Introduction

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Alice dropped out of Seoul university.  Only because she wants to be a true artist, she wants to live her life how she wants to. She started off working in a tattoo workshop, she believes art doesn't only belong to papers and walls , a tattoo on the body that is meaningful to one person is more beautiful than a random painting hanging on the wall.

It's at one of the places where lots of people walk pass everyday but only a very few enters, even fewer remembers. It's a dark and cold place, even in the busiest city, it's always freezing. A young uni-student like Alice somehow fits in here perfectly. She's pale, she's got silver to gold ombré hair, her eyes are one light brown one dark brown, she's thin and short, she belongs to dark places.

There's a music studio next to this tattoo work shop, Alice can always hear music coming from next door. It's been 2 weeks working in here, she's gotten used to here and started tattooing people, but she's never seen the person next door, she's curious how someone can compose music 24/7 for two weeks.

One day, visitors came to the music studios, Alice looks through the tinted window and sees three young men wearing sunglasses and masks standing outside. They were tall and handsome.

Those men held one plastic box of fast food container, one complained:"Hyung, how does he even live? Working on music so much he's not even eating healthy, let's go inside, what are we waiting for?"

"Waiting for his permission? You know what you end up with if you interrupt Yoongi Hyung's music making? Remember last time Hobie got wrecked cuz he 'interrupted his thoughts'?"

"Ehhhh, let's go in here instead, you know my dream when I was little is to become a tattoo artist? Well that never happened..."

"Oh, I've never been in there actually, let's go Jungkook, you wanna come too? Hobie?" This is Namjoon talking, he knows Yoongi will probably take ages.

Head banging music was playing when they pushed the metal door open, there's an inky smell in there, it's an addicting smell.

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