You now both were in one of the tattoo room and he invited you to take a seat on the black leather sofa and then handed you the form he had with him.
Name, age, height, weight, occupation...
The idea of having to fill a form seemed weird at first because you never heard of anything like this before, but at the same time it was your first tattoo and you never went to a tattoo shop ever before, so I mean, why not? They must be extra careful with their customers, in case they have health problem or such, right?
Once you've done, you looked up to notice that he was now comfortably seating right next to you, one arm resting on the edge of the sofa, his hand supporting his head, staring at you. He was wearing an all-black outfit along with a leather jacket, a sleeve tattoo peaking at the end of his sleeve. He was so your type it hurt.
« You're done? » He asked smirking.
« Y-Yeah »Your replied in an abnormally high pitched voice. You may or may not have stared for too long.
He moves closer, took the form and start reading it.
« Okay ...<y/n>, I'm Namjoon, let's see what we have here... »
He went through almost the whole form, keep looking at you in the eyes and showing off his dimples. You were blushing like crazy, not used to so much attention and his gorgeousness wasn't helping.
« So you're a chemist? » He asked.
« Yes, I graduated not too long ago. » He smirked.
« Young pretty and smart I see... » Your cheeks went 2 shades redder (if that even possible), you let out a nervous laughter.
He stood up. « Ok, everything seems fine to me... I'm going to call the tattooist now, be right back » he said while exiting the room.
You took this time to reflect on how stupid you must have looked and placed your cold hands on your cheeks in a desperate attempt to make the redness go away.
Not too long after, you heard people conversing from down the corridor unable to hear what they were talking about.
The talking stop and Namjoon enter the room followed by a dark haired tattooed man, which you guess was the tattooist. He had a lip ring piercing and a little cross below his eye. You immediately got up, say hi and slightly bow. He simply nods barely looking at you.
« <y/n> Jackson, Jackson <y/n>. »
« Jackson will be tattooing you, don't worry he won't bite,» he said, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder.
Namjoon then left the room, closing the door behind him, leaving you alone with Jackson.
The stencil now ready, he turned around to face you.
« So where would you like the tattoo to be? » He asked.
« On my back, slightly on the right? »
« ok no prob, just take off your top and your bra and seat »
You did as you were told, making sure not to expose too much of your breast at the stranger, hiding as much as you could with the shirt you've taken off.
You shivered as you felt his gloved hands traveling down your naked back. He placed the drawing on your skin and then let you check in the mirror if you liked the positioning. You did, and grow even more excited for it.
Going back to your seat, smiling, he went ahead with the inking.
The pain wasn't that bad really. Your back facing him, you sadly couldn't look at him but you still could feel along with the stenograph a gentle hand pressing down your back. The room was quiet, only filled with the low relaxing buzzing.
Your close your eyes and slowly started falling asleep.
Moments later a sound brought you wide awake. Three men were peeking at the door staring you down and smirking. You stared back frowning as you put back in place the shirt that was covering your boobs. Those fucking perverts I swear...
Your stare didn't seems to had much effect on them as some of them were starting to chuckle, but they eventually left. What the actual heck ?!
« slept well? » Jackson asked in an amused voice, still tattooing you.
« Did I slept for long? »
« It's almost done » He simply stated.
Considering the size of the tattoo that means yes. I only wanted to take a quick nap but it ends up being a 5 hours slumber. Well, at least you're fully rested now.
You haven't got the chance to sleep much those last days, you moved country and have just started your new job here. You've always wanted to come to Korea and the job you've found was exactly what you were looking for: well paid, flexible working hours, individual work.
You were a proud independent 22-year-old single woman, rather (extremely) introverted that people sometimes misunderstood as asocial. Okay, you're not too sure about this yourself, let just said you're not talking to many people and you pretty much have no friend whatsoever, but you don't care much about what people think of you and you just happily live in your own little world.
« All done pretty » Jackson said while finishing cleaning the extra ink off your skin.
You got up and admire the final result in the mirror. It was PERFECT. You were smiling like crazy, it was that good. You turned yourself to face Jackson.
« Thank you so much !! » You exclaimed suddenly hugging him.
Taken aback by your action he stayed frozen.
« Y-You're welcome <y/n>... » He hesitantly pats your back, carefully avoiding to touch your tattoo.
It was all fine until you realized your t-shirt was 2 foot away, you bare breast pressing against his hard torso. You quickly turned around, your back facing Jackson again, hiding as much as you could with your arms, your cheeks burning crimson.
« I already saw everything sweetie » He chuckles. «Seat. I need to put a bandage on. »
You promptly pick up your shirt and went back to your seat, trying to compose yourself.
After sticking the bandage on your tattoo, you swiftly put your shirt on as he gave you the instructions on how to care for the tattoo.
Once everything is done, you thanked Jackson again which he replied with a large smile. You then left the shop waving everyone goodbye, thankfully not seeing the 3 weirdos from earlier.
It was already dark outside and it was starting to get a little chill.
You put your headphones on and start to play some hip-hop and RnB.
You smiled to yourself.
You have a very long bucket list you keep regularly updated (no you're not going to die soon), and getting a tattoo was part of it. Tonight you will have the delight to cross this one point on your notebook.
You waved a taxi and went to your apartment.
You lived alone in a small apartment, you have the money to get a bigger one, but you just wanted something cozy and well secured.
You changed to your pj and cooked yourself a bowl of food. You eat your food in front of your computer and after a few hours you did your night routine and went to bed.
