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BB Jungkook- Tattoo artist

 "Busan?" Your sister choked. "Why would you go all the way down there?"

"Because that's where I got an interview." You almost rolled your eyes as you slung your bag over your shoulder.

"Y/N are you sure about this? You haven't even told mom and-"

"And she won't find out." You gave your sister a hard look. "Come on, this is what I want to do, why is it so hard for you to grasp that?"

"It's not!" Your sister cried. "It's just... this kind of stuff is looked down upon here, you know? And since you're a girl it only makes it that much worse."

You clicked your tongue at her. "I'll see you tomorrow." You muttered.

"Y/N!" Your sister called behind you, but you ignored her, closing the door rather harshly behind you.

This is how it's been for the past two weeks with your sister. You wanted to become a piercer. It was something you were always interested in, you had the experience, and now all you needed was a job. You found a few closer to home, but none of them stuck with you. You had a friend from school that told you about the place in Busan.

It was pretty well known apparently. They had a tattoo artist that was pretty famous. You planned to look him up but you had forgotten while trying to fill out all the paperwork. Oh well, at least now you had something to do on the train.

The ride from Daegu to Busan was only an hour. Once you were in your seat, you shoved in headphones and leaned your head back as you searched the places name. Oddly enough, the first thing that popped up was that Tattoo artist. You clicked on the link to his private page and started reading.

Jeon Jungkook was his name. He was only a few months older than you, which surprised you. He was really young for a tattoo artist, one as good as him especially. He had been working there for a little over a year now, and he had clients backed up to the month. Everyone wanted to see him. There were no pictures of him, but there were pictures of his tattoos, which were just as amazing as everyone had been saying.

They were done so well, so precise. You were mind boggled by how good this guy was. No wonder everyone was blowing up about him.

You reached Busan in no time and got a taxi to take you to the parlor. It was evening by the time you got there. The sun had gone down and there was a slight chill in the air. You took in a deep breath and held your jacket tighter around your shoulders as you walked in.

It was pretty bright in the store, and it wasn't too crowded. The guy at the front desk was standing at the computer, his eyes darting over the screen. You walked up hesitantly, clearing your throat.

"Excuse me?"

He looked up and gave you a light smile. "Yeah what's up?"

"My name is Y/N, i'm here for an interview."

"Oh yeah!" The guy snapped his fingers. "I'll call our manager up, feel free to take a seat, shouldn't be more than a few minutes."

"Thanks." You returned his smile, moving to sit on one of the couches a little ways away from there.

It was hard to sit up on this couch since it was sort of low to the ground, but you did my best. The manager came out in a little under two minutes and greeted you with a smile. He had tattoos going all up his arms and rather large gauges.

"The names Jay Park." He shoved out his hand which I stood to take.

"Y/N." You answered. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise." He gave you a light smile. God damn tattoo artists were attractive. "If you want to follow me we'll do our interview in the back."