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Black color loomed the pale skin from the man. Again and again could you hear a silent buzz. Blue color melded together with the black one and gave the black ink and fantastic blue glow. The tattoo artist smirked proudly about his work. He looked up and quickly checked the time. It was late in the night but he didn't care.
His focus was on the finished black tattoo. With a tissue Jeon Jungkook wiped over the dry black tiger with dark blue eyes. "It is finished Sir." He spoke softly and gave his costumer a short smile. "Ah. Thank you very much Jeon." said his costumer and put his white shirt back on.A mess was the black hair from the man.
In a mirror the costumer marveled at the new tattoo he got from the tattoo artist Jungkook. "You did a great job." he smirked and stroked over the black tattoo with some blue highlights. "You do really the best tattoos here kid." The man stood up and turned around to face Jeon. "Of course I do the best. What did you thought? I do my job with my heart and love to the little art that I always made." smirked the tattooist and clapped in his hands.
"How much does it cost Jeon?" he asked and followed with his eyes the young Korean man. "Hm. It was a lot of work and the colors were the best I had." Jeon began to speak and run with his hand trough his hair. "6,227 US Dollar." A grin appeared on the pinkish lips from the tattoo artist as his costumer gasped.
"So much?" he asked confused and gave Jeon disapprove glare. "Tsk. Okay you can have your money." the man growled and hammered his money on the table. A devilish grin was on Jeon's lips. "It's nice to make business with you." spoke Jeon and took the money. "Tsk! Arrogant kid." said the man as he left the hidden tattoo shop from Jeon Jungkook
Tattoo shops like Jeon's were illegal in the famous city Seoul and in whole South Korea. It is only allowed to tattoo a person when you're a doctor. Many young Korean boys and girls tried it before but failed. It's like a wonder for Jeon that his shop wasn't discovered by the nasty police.
"Time to close." cheered the young boy and locked his shop. It was after midnight and the fresh cold air hit Jeon. He pulled his hood more over his face. The keys and the thick wad of money was in his pockets. The light from the moon was the only source of light that was around. Jeon had to walk a little bit.
His grin was still on his lips as he thought about the money. Jeon began to hum happily and looked around. Silent voices went louder and music started to play.He made his way to the illegal quarter of the city Seoul. Neon lights shined on the streets and people were clothed in black or in another dark color.
With his eyes, Jeon scanned every single person on the streets. Short clothed girls and greedy men were in every part of the street. Loud noises or laughter could Jeon hear. The thought about having some fun brought him to smirk.
Jeon licked over his dry lips and looked around for a person that could give him the fun. A short girl came in his mind. But something in himself stopped him. I never really spoke to girls and he wasn't really interested to start relationships.
