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The smell of wood scented incense was strong even as he stood outside the tattoo shop. He looked at his phone, making sure he had seen it right. Owner of tattoo shop, Kwak Aron. Minhyun breathed in and out lightly. It was way too easy to find this guy which also made him become more suspicious. If the guy had a tattoo shop, why didn't Baekho just come and talk to him already? He knew the other hadn't told him the full story yet and he was mostly doing everything blindly but he wanted to earn Baekho's trust even if that meant having to dig up everything slowly. He turned the knob and entered the shop. The bell jingled lightly as a flight of stairs going downwards greeted him. He scrunched his nose slightly, annoyed that he was going to smell like wood for the rest of the night as he descended down the steps. There was another door in his way and he opened it, ringing another bell. He wondered if this Kwak Aron guy has some paranoia issues to be putting up 2 bell alarms.

"Welcome," he heard a voice said in the dimly lit area. He could see reclining seats and stools, trolleys with albums and tools on them. It seemed like a legit tattoo business shop for sure. The thing that caught his attention was the desk the male who greeted him was facing. On it was a large wooden stump like object and the other laid down the tool in his hand, pulled off his gloves and made his way towards Minhyun. He unintentionally noticed how much shorter the male was compared to him immediately. His hair was real short too and was a light blonde. He seemed friendly though so Minhyun couldn't really think about what to ask a man like him. After all, he only knew an accident happened that involved him... Maybe? But who, what, why? He knew nothing. "Here for a tattoo? Or maybe a piercing?"

Minhyun looked around, suddenly recalling that Baekho had tattoos and also piercings. Maybe Kwak Aron was his go-to man. Or maybe it was just coincidental. He turned back to the short male and smiled.

"Neither. I came to ask you some questions," Minhyun replied. The man raised his brows and chuckled.

"Alright. Questions about pricing maybe?"

"Hmm... No. You're Aron, right?"

"Yep. One and only."

"Good. Do you know someone by the name Baekho?"

"Baekho?" Aron took a seat in his chair again and motioned Minhyun to take a seat too. The pop star politely declined. "Never heard of anyone by that name."

"Not even Kang Dongho?"

That seemed to make the male twitch as he frowned a little. "Kang?"

"Yes."

"Well... No. Not particularly a Kang Dongho," He replied awkwardly as he picked up his tool and went back to carving the wood by searing it. Minhyun watched him work and hummed.

"So you know someone by the name Dongho then?"

"Who are you? A detective?" Aron asked, keeping his focus on the drawing he was making.

"Nope. Just a busybody who can't keep his nose away."

"From what?"

"An accident."

Aron froze and removed the tool from the wood before it burnt it. He looked at Minhyun with bewildered eyes and gulped. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Even if you're being so blatantly obvious that you do know something?"

Aron breathed in and put the tool down, turning off the switch as well. "What do you want? Money? Look at my shop. You think I have anything to give you?"

Minhyun chuckled and shook his head. "You got the wrong idea. I don't want money. I just want the truth about what happened."

"Nothing happened! It was an accident! That's all." Aron got agitated and stood up but Minhyun remained calm.

"What happened exactly in the accident?" he urged Aron who glared at him but his gaze softened as he turned away.

"People die all the time... It wasn't my fault. I swear," Aron said and squatted down, grabbing onto his already thin hair and tugging at the strands. Minhyun sighed. There was no way he could get much information without anything to back it up too. He was going in goddamn circles here.

"Who died?"

"Don't you know? Or else why would you ask me? Wait... You're really not a detective?"

Minhyun gulped and stood up as Aron seemed to regain his sanity. "No. I'm not. Like I said, just a busybody."

"Jonghyun warned me about you... You're the one snooping around, aren't you?!"

Minhyun flinched. "You know Jonghyun?"

"Get out of my shop! Don't ever come back here again!" Aron lifted his hand, tempted to hit Minhyun but the other had already brought himself to safety. Minhyun was definitely not going to get into a meaningless fight that would only result in pain and nothing gained. He sighed and kicked a random leaf out of frustration. Why was he even going this far just to get Baekho to notice him? Sure, he liked the man but shouldn't he just get over him when he had been so clearly rejected? Minhyun's frustrations had nowhere to go and he looked in the direction of a bar. Maybe if he's lucky enough, he could hit another jackpot.

Or so he wished.

He sauntered into the bar, looking his best as usual. Eyes turning as he ordered a drink and soon, girls were all chatting him up. Sure, he was a pop star but without makeup and with sunglasses on, he wasn't recognised immediately. Though he settled for lesser words than usual. He gazed around, wondering who he should pluck from the group but couldn't settle on anyone. No one attracted him even if they were all willingly throwing themselves onto him. His mind just went back to the muscular male writhing under his arms and he had to excuse himself to drown himself in nothing alcoholic. He just wanted Baekho and Baekho alone. It was stupid. It was dumb and Minhyun couldn't believe he let himself get so fixated on a single male so easily almost like he had met his ultimate soulmate and couldn't think of anyone else. He didn't even want to kiss anyone, feeling like they would stain his memories with the other now.

"I'm so dumb..."

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