"Rise and shine, sunshine!" a pleasant, melodious voice suddenly called.

Jeongguk shifted slightly on the bed. This warm voice seemed to burst into his subconscious, gently caressing his senses like a lullaby, but he felt so tired that his body was unable to cope with such a trivial task as lifting his eyelids, so he only moved restlessly, pulling the covers tighter over his head.

"Ggukie!"

Brunet finally forced himself to lift one eyelid, but grimaced strongly as the morning light crept into his pupils. He groaned loudly and covered himself over his head with the duvet to cut off any excess stimulus. His temple throbbed, and he could feel the bitter taste of alcohol on his tongue. When someone started to pull the covers off him, he groaned involuntarily, clutching it tightly with his fingers, but the blanket slipped from his hands inexorably.

"Gguk, I have to go to the office right now. I have a meeting this morning," the same melodious voice said.

Only then did he realize who the sweet voice belonged to and quickly jumped to a sitting position. In one second, regretting his decision, the pain in his temple grew almost unbearable. He groaned involuntarily, wincing in pain.

"W-what time is it?" he asked.

His voice was hoarse, as if he'd had drunk a ton of alcohol the day before, and maybe it was true. He vaguely remembered taking more bottles of beer from his friend's refrigerator and pouring them eagerly down his throat.

"It's almost eight," Jimin replied. “You must have a hangover, so you have orange juice and painkillers on my nightstand.”

Jeongguk gently opened his eyelids and looked at his friend, who was wearing a navy blue suit that perfectly emphasized his figure. His hair, bleached blond, was combed back smoothly, creating a perfect whole.

"Thanks," he said, still struggling with the sleepiness and throbbing pain in his temple.

"And I think you should check the phone. For half an hour someone has been calling you now and then. I bet it's Lisa," Park continued.

He stood in front of the mirror and, looking at his reflection, began to tie his tie around his slender neck. Jeongguk found his phone and looked at the display. He's had ten missed calls from Lisa in the last twenty minutes. Plus probably a million text messages.

"Fuck..." he swore, rubbing his still sleepy eyes with his hand.

Unable to focus due to the throbbing pain in his temple, he placed the phone beside him on the bed and reached for a glass of juice and pressed two tablets into his palm. He barely had time to toss them in his mouth when the soothing silence was interrupted by the sound of Jimin's phone. Jeongguk swallowed the pills quickly and collapsed on the bed again with a loud groan, covering his head with the pillow. If he could, he would have stayed in bed all day.

"Park," Jimin said shortly, holding the phone between his cheek and shoulder, his small hands still trying to tie his tie. "Oh... Okay... I'll hand it over now," saying that, he turned on his heel and looked pityingly at his friend who hid his face under the pillow. He chuckled softly at the sight, then took the pillow off him and looked at the younger man with sympathetic eyes. He really didn't want to be in his body right now. "Lisa wants to speak to you," he explained and held out his cell phone to him. Jeongguk blinked several times, then hesitantly took the phone from him and sat back down on the bed.

"H-hello?" he dropped into the receiver.

"Oh, great! I was worried if you're okay and you're getting wasted with Jimin!" she said reproachfully, almost shouting out every word.

Jeongguk frowned, feeling more and more pain in his temple from her high-pitched voice. His hungover mind couldn't process that many words, so he just let the girl pour out all her regrets. The boy rarely drank as much alcohol as he did yesterday, so his body was not used to it. In fact, he was pretty wasted yesterday and ended up staying with Jimin, but after what had happened, he really fucking needed it.

"Are you even listening to me?" Lisa asked suddenly, breaking him out of his thoughts.

He wasn't listening.

He shut himself down after about two sentences, but nevertheless agreed, not wanting to continue to cause more trouble for himself. He's gotten himself into mess enough already.

"Err... Yes, honey. I listen to you carefully all the time," he lied.

The girl sighed loudly into the receiver, and Jeon could almost imagine her putting her hands on her hips and rolling her eyes.

"I'm sorry, honey," he said quickly to soothe her. He had neither the strength nor the desire to argue. Lisa was now his fiancée, he had to make sure their relationship was successful.

"Eh... well," the girl replied in a much softer tone. "I'm just under the jewelry store, so I'll be finishing. Hope they didn't cause you any problems to replace the ring..."

"Er, about that... I was just gonna call them when you called Jimin..." he lied again. He completely forgot about it, but he had no intention of admitting it and handing Lisa a loaded gun. "If you're already there, put the saleswoman on the phone and I'll talk to her and explain everything exactly," he suggested.

There was almost complete silence for a moment. Jeongguk was already wondering if the connection had been broken. He pulled the phone away from his ear and glanced at the display, but it looked like the conversation was still going on. He put the phone back to his ear and gently parted his lips to speak when a confused woman's voice suddenly spoke on the other side of the line.

"H-hello?"

"Oh yes! Good morning. My name is Jeon Jeongguk..." he began, feeling like a moron that he was forced to use his name.

Everyone knew who Jeon Jiseok was and everyone knew his sons. It was enough for him to give his name and people's behavior towards him changed immediately. Even though he couldn't see the girl, he knew she knew well who she was dealing with.

"I was in your shop yesterday and I bought a ring... such a nice one... V-violet..." he added, feeling ashamed.

"Yes! Yes, of course, Mr. Jeon. I remember perfectly well. Is there something wrong with the ring? The size is too big?" she asked, throwing out the words with the speed of light. Jeongguk was barely able to register every second of them.

"No, everything is perfect. Just... You see, my fiancée saw your diamond ring, which she likes more than the one she got. And I would be very grateful if she could replace it. It's about a pink diamond."

"But... this diamond is twice as expensive as the ring you bought yesterday..." she squealed into the receiver.

"Never mind," he replied calmly. "That beautiful blonde standing in front of you is Lisa, my fiancée. Lisa has my card, please take the remaining missing amount from it and add some nice earrings to match the ring."

"Oh, of course, Mr. Jeon. I will take care of her as good as possible," the girl replied.

"Thank you," he said, saying his goodbyes warmly and quickly hung up, so Lisa had no time to pick up the phone again. He fell back on the bed, sighing loudly.

There was complete silence in the room for a moment, he could hear only his troubled breathing, but he could feel his friend's eyes on him nonetheless. He knew exactly what Jimin felt about Lisa. They have always been friends and the blond has never hidden that he is down on his fiancée. Jeongguk knew that Jimin tolerated her presence only because of him. In addition, he did not approve of the idea of the ​​proposal, he believed that they were too young to lock themselves for other people. Still, he always supported him whenever the boy needed it.

When he finally opened his eyes again, he met Jimin's worried gaze. The boy smiled faintly at him, and Jeongguk let out a soft moan again.

"Don't tell me it's not yet twenty-four hours since your engagement and you're already regretting your decision?" Park said finally, half jokingly.

"I love her, Jimin. We had our ups and downs, but we have been together for three years. Just yesterday morning I was sure that's what I want, but today... I'm not even sure what my name is..."

"Come. Get up!" Park ordered suddenly, patting his thigh. "If you get ready in ten minutes, I'll take you home on the way to the office, and if Lisa goes bragging about her ring tonight, you, my little bunny, come with me and Hobi for some decent drink and I promise you will have a great time."

"Jeez, don't even mention the alcohol to me... I'll never take alcohol in my mouth again..." he groaned, and Jimin laughed out loud and pulled his hand, helping him get out of bed.

"We'll see what you say tonight!" he called, and, dragging him behind him, started walking towards the door.

He will do his best to cheer him up.

***

Jimin jumped out of his blue Ferrari and slammed the door behind him. He buttoned the button on his perfectly tailored suit jacket and hurried to a nearby coffee shop. It was enough that he went inside, and the girl standing behind the counter turned red and motioned for him to skip the line. Jimin knew everyone here knew who he was. He was a regular in these neighborhoods, and almost every time he visited The Jeon Electronics, he would come here first to buy a coffee. Jihyun knew his order by heart, and she was also very pretty, and he loved to flirt with her whenever he came here. Their relation had never turned into anything more than an innocent flirtation, and he planned to leave it that way. He liked to play, but he didn't like to complicate his life.

"Hello Beautiful!" he greeted, folding his full lips into a charming smile. He removed his dark sunglasses from his eyes and put them on his head, while brushing his bleached hair back, almost using it as a headband.

"Same as always?" Jihyun asked, and Park nodded.

"Only this time twice, not three" he added, the girl turned on her heel and went to the coffee pot.

Jimin watched her carefully as she prepared his order. His hazel gaze lingered on the girl's round ass a little longer than necessary. He had to admit that she was very attractive. If it weren't for the fact that she worked at the coffee shop where he always bought his favorite coffee, he would probably have slept with her a long time ago, but he knew that then he would have to find another place to stock up on that black liquid. The coffee in the "Macchiato" was too good to miss it.

After a few minutes he left the "Macchiato" with two coffees in his hands. He ran across the street and entered through the revolving door into the office building. He nodded to the girl sitting at the reception desk and headed towards the elevators. The office building was equipped with two elevators. One was intended for the office workers and for the guests, the other for the entire management and company owners. The park was neither one nor the other, but he approached the "VIP" elevator without hesitation, as he liked to call it. He rode up to the top floor and walked almost the entire long corridor to finally reach the right office.

He used his elbowed to open the door, then pushed it with his shoulder, stepping in without asking. As expected at the desk, a young, dark-haired man was sitting inside the office. Hearing that someone had burst into his office without asking and announcing him, he looked up quickly from his laptop and rolled his eyes to see Park with a pastry bag in one hand and two cups of coffee in the other hand. He sighed loudly and closed his laptop, then, stretching, collapsed on the back of the chair and gave the intruder a scolding look.

"Eh, Park... When you finally learn that you are a competitor, not an employee or owner of this company," he said amused, rubbing his hand over his tired eyes. Park closed the office door behind him and headed for the desk.

"Relax, I come in peace and I bring you gifts," he joked, raising his hand with a pastry bag that was certainly filled with his favorite cream tubes and strawberry jam muffins.

Hoseok laughed loudly and motioned his friend to sit in the chair reserved for guests while he stood up from his own. He stretched, straightening his bones and took one of the coffees from the blond. He took a few sips at once. Jesus, he didn't even know he was so tired until he stopped working for a while. A very important deadline was approaching for one of the jobs they got from the Japanese contractor, and he, as the marketing manager, was responsible for this project. He's been working practically day and night for the past week.

Park took one of the tubes out of the bag and sat down in the armchair, making himself comfortable. He bit into the soft biscuit, eating it almost at once, and chewed it, purring in delight. It was their little ritual. Every time Jimin visited them, he would bring coffee and biscuits, and they would sit in Hoseok's office, spending lunch together. Usually Jeongguk was with them as well, but today the boy had some important business meeting somewhere in town with his father, so he wasn't in the office.

"We have a very important mission," Park said suddenly when he was finally done chewing on his cookie. Hoseok froze with the cup halfway to his mouth. He raised his right eyebrow and looked at him expectantly. "Jeongguk..." he groaned and shoved the rest of the cookie into his mouth.

"What about Jeongguk?" Jung asked, nervousness growing. Park chewed the contents of his mouth to the end, then took a sip of coffee.

"He's making the biggest mistake of his life," he said finally.

"What do you mean? What are you talking about?" the dark-haired man, clearly nervous, continued.

"Yesterday Gguk proposed to Lisa," he confessed.

Hoseok exhaled loudly and brushed a hand through his hair back. He sat on the edge of his desk and put his hands on either side of his body. He studied his elegant black shoes for a moment, trying to digest the information his friend had given him. He knew this day would finally come. Jeongguk had been saying for some time that his father had insisted that he finally propose to her, but he didn't think it would be that soon. He knew Park hated Lisa. He didn't like her either, but he was far from Jimin's dislike of her.

They were both convinced that Jeongguk deserved someone better, and above all someone who would not draw money from him and try to change him at every turn. Being friends with him almost from kindergarten, Jung had witnessed and had heard of many situations that made him dislike of Lisa, and he was sure that this was not even half of what the girl was capable of.

At first, when he met her, the girl seemed very modest and innocent, but soon she became more and more greedy. Jeongguk was so in love with her that he didn't seem to notice. Although recently they had more and more problems. Sometimes the boy didn't want to talk about it, but he and Jimin had both seen Jeongguk looking down.

"Man, I didn't think he'd do it eventually..." he confessed, looking at Park, who was already eating the second tube.

"That little bitch still had the nerve to demand that the engagement ring be replaced," he said.

During their evening together, Jeongguk told him much more of the story, and even though the boy never said it, he knew how much Lisa's behavior had hurt him. So he didn't want to reveal too many cruel details. The situation was already difficult enough.

"Jesus..."

"Yesterday Gguk was in a very bad shape, so I promised him that we would take him for a drink tonight, but I also had a very brilliant idea."

"Jesus, Park. I'm getting scared," Hoseok said, seeing his friend's excitement.

"Jeongguk has been dreaming of getting a tattoo for years, and it seems that the day before yesterday I met someone who could make this dream come true," he said in one exhalation.

"W-What did you come up with, Park?"

Hoseok pushed himself away from the desk and approached his friend, a big smile creeping on his lips. He himself smiled at the mere thought that they might do something like that. They both knew that Jeongguk had been fascinated by tattoos for years, but in Korea it wasn't very common, and Lisa hated tattoos. It was enough that the brunet joked that he would get a tattoo, and the girl almost immediately became furious.

"I met a sexy tattoo artist and I'm going to ask him to get Gguk a tattoo," Jimin finally replied.

A smile of satisfaction crept across his lips. If he failed to dissuade his friend from making a mistake and making a proposal, at least he will make sure that Jeongguk fulfills his dream. Even if Lisa doesn't like it.

***

Jeongguk walked into the pub that Jimin had sent him the name and looked around carefully for some familiar face. It was still early so fortunately the pub was not full of people.

He's been here several times before. Usually, this was where they would meet when they wanted to go out for a quick drink after work. The pub was close to both companies, so they could come here on foot straight from the office. Jeongguk has had a rough day today. He was busy all the time. He ran from one meeting to the next, so he didn't even have time to think about what had happened yesterday.

He only saw Lisa in passing as they passed each other in the corridor between meetings. The girl proudly showed him her new engagement ring and gave him a quick peck on his lips, then disappeared, and they never saw each other again. Then he got a short text that she and her friends were out for a drink to show off the pink diamond all her friends were jealous of.

He hated to admit, but he was grateful he didn't have to come home today, and he still had a day to breathe after that awful evening. He wasn't sure if he was ready to confront her. Knowing Lisa, the girl probably won't even be aware that her behavior hurt him badly, and he didn't want to reveal himself to her so much.

Not wanting to think about it anymore, he looked around again and finally saw blond hair. A smile crept on his lips. He moved faster, past the people at the bar, until he finally reached the table where Jimin and Hoseok were sitting. He slipped into the seat opposite Jimin and flopped down onto the couch.

"Jesus, sorry I'm late. There's just so much going on today," he groaned. "My father is going to Japan soon, and we need to close some things down here before he can leave," he explained quickly. He took the menu in his hand and immediately began looking through the list of alcoholic beverages. "What are we drinking today?" he asked, looking at his blond friend. Jimin reached out with his tiny hand and took the menu from his, then put it on the table and looked him straight in the eye.

"We don't drink anything today. At least for now," he replied, and Jeongguk frowned. "There has been a change of plans," he added firmly.

Jeongguk looked confusedly at Hoseok, looking for some explanation for this sudden change, but the latter was looking at him intently, his expression unreadable. He looked at Jimin again.

"What change of plans?" he asked uncertainly.

He felt a little nervous but also strangely excited. His life had been planned almost to the minute in recent months. From working in the office to private life. At the thought that he will do something that was not on his schedule or planned by Lisa in advance, he felt a shiver of excitement. But he suppressed a smile, trying not to show too much enthusiasm.

"We're going for a ride with Hoseok," Jimin replied, then rose from his seat. Jung did the same, and they both looked at him expectantly. Jeongguk rose from his seat uncertainly.

"Will you tell me at least, what are we going to do then?" he asked, following in their footsteps.

"No," Jimin said, then laughed and opened the pub door, holding it for his friends to go outside.

Jeongguk rolled his eyes and left the pub, then obediently followed Hoseok towards the older's car. The dark-haired man slid into the driver's seat and Jimin took the seat next to him, leaving for Jeon the passenger seat in the back of the car. Brunet ran his hand through his hair. He inhaled sharply into his lungs, unsure what to do.

"Screw it," he said under his breath.

His hand grasped the handle of the door, and he opened it to slide into the backseat. He sat in the middle to sit right between his friends. He unbuttoned his suit jacket to make him sit more comfortably and leaned forward, resting his strong forearms on the backs of the front seats.

Jung started the engine and started slowly. Jimin clicked something on his phone for a moment. Jeongguk looked at him curiously, as he realized that the boy had entered the address in the GPS, he felt even more excited. Since Park had to enter an address, it meant they were going somewhere they had never been before.

"Where are we going?" he tried again.

Jimin looked at him over his shoulder and smiled mysteriously, but said nothing, so Jeongguk nudged his shoulder.

"C'mon! Tell me something!" he groaned. Seeing that Park was clearly not about to break, he shifted his gaze to Hoseok, who intently followed the road ahead of him. Even though he wasn't looking at him, his mouth was filled with that distinctive big smile. "Hobi!" Jeon called. "You must know too. Tell me where are we going?"

"You'll see," the dark-haired man replied, and Jeongguk fell back on the chair's back, resigned.

"If you want to kidnap me for ransom, you got the wrong Jeon. You should have taken Seokjin. For me, my father will not give you even one won," he joked, although he himself knew that it was not entirely a lie. His relationship with his father was quite difficult.

"Relax, Gguk," Jimin said finally, turning her face towards him. "I'll tell you, but don't freak out."

"Park!" Jeon groaned at his friend's words. "It doesn't sound good at all... How can I not freak out when you start with the words "don't freak out"?!"

Hoseok laughed out loud, filling the car with his melodious laugh, until the three of them laughed together. Jeon felt light for the first time in a long time. It didn't matter now what crazy idea Park got again. He was enjoying the moment of relaxation when he was finally able to shed his serious Jeon mask and for a moment feel like an ordinary guy in his 20s going out with his friends.

"Listen, Jeon," Jimin began finally, breaking the silence that had filled the car. "Soon your life will change. You will take the position of the main CEO of your father's company, marry Lisa and end your wonderful, carefree days spent with our wonderful sunshine Hoseok and your beloved friend Park..."

Jeongguk laughed at his friend's words, and Park gave him a scolding look, so the brunet pretended to lock his mouth, then threw the key out the window and raised his hands defensively. Jimin theatrically pushed his hair away from his handsome face and for a moment pretended to be offended. After a few seconds, however, his lips formed an involuntary smile.

"We agreed with Hobi that we would fulfill one of your secret desires," he finally confessed.

Brunet frowned his brow, not understanding what the friend meant. There was total chaos in his mind as he tried to scan his memories and the conversations he had recently had with Park for any clue.

"Now I'm really getting scared..." he muttered, swallowing his saliva loudly "Park, I swear if you came up with something perverted..."

"Oh, Gguk! Do you think I'm taking you to do some threesome with me and Hoseok?" he asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively. "It's one of your hidden..."

"Jimin!" Jeongguk groaned, covering his ears.

"You'll get a tattoo," the blond said suddenly.

Hearing these words, the boy looked him straight in the eyes and slowly removed his hands from his ears. For a moment he wasn't sure if he had heard his friend's words correctly, or if he had just imagined something. Park was right that it was one of his unfulfilled dreams. He had a lot of money, and he could easily have offered himself such a procedure, but there was still something holding him back. It was a bit like watching the cookies on display in a pastry shop when you know you are on a diet and cannot eat them.

He often looked at pictures of tattoos on the Internet, admired the work of some artists. Details, colors, manufacturing technique. He wondered what it would be like if something like this adorned his body, but never dared to do such a thing. He didn't know any of the Korean artists, and he wanted his body to be adorned by a work of art, not an ordinary daub by an inferior tattoo artist.

When Park mentioned to him that he had met the tattoo artist, he was very intrigued by his story. He didn't remember much about the evening because he had really drunk a lot, but he was sure he had been asking about his tattoos and was complaining that he wanted to get one too. It wasn't a secret. He had expressed his fascination with this kind of body art many times, but thought it would never be possible. Jeon Jeongguk, the former CEO of The Jeon Electronics, was not allowed to have tattoos. Especially the future husband of Lalisa Manoban.

So why did he feel strangely excited when Jimin mentioned it? He felt like a little kid who knows he shouldn't do something, but knows he'll do it anyway. No matter what the consequences are. He licked his lips nervously and looked at Park, who was staring at him with a smile on his lips and a strange twinkle in his eye. He knew that face well. Jimin always looked like this when he urged him to do something crazy.

"I-I can't..." he began hesitantly. He mentally scolded himself for making his voice sound as if he were trying to convince himself that it was a wrong decision.

"Of course you can!" Jimin replied. "I spoke to my sexy tattoo artist today and told him about you and he told me to bring you to him. We're just going to his studio," he explained.

"Nah," Jeongguk said incredulously and shifted nervously in his seat.

Instinctively, he looked around as if suddenly there was a huge neon sign "tattoos" outside the window to be seen, but nothing like that happened. He looked back at his friend and saw that the smile was still on his face. He glanced quickly at Hoseok, looking for support and a voice of reason that would have dissuaded him from this crazy decision, but as their eyes met in the rearview mirror, the dark-haired man beckoned him encouragingly.

"Nooo... I can't."

"You always said you wanted to get your back tattooed. At work, no one will even know that you have a tattoo..." continued Jimin.

"Lisa... Lisa doesn't like tattoos..."

"Lisa loves you, so getting a tattoo won't change anything, and besides, if you come home with a tattoo done, she won't be able to change it, so she'll have to accept it," he explained.

"I shouldn't..." he said uncertainly.

In his mind's he saw the tattoo artist running over his smooth, milky skin, marking it forever with black ink, creating something unique, beautiful on it... Something he had wanted for so long. He knew he shouldn't do this, but what if he allowed himself to loosen up for a moment. All his life he lived as others wanted, he did what others expected him to do, he even let Lisa replace that damn ring...

"Okay," he said suddenly.

His lips moved faster than he could register what he actually said. Jimin clap his hands excitedly, and Jeongguk laughed out loud. He couldn't remember the last time he was laughing as sincerely as he was right now.

"Okay, let's go there," he repeated, his lips curving into a beautiful smile.

***

"Ooooh no! Fuck! I can not do that!" Jeongguk suddenly shouted, turning quickly towards the car he had just got out of.

Before he could reach the doorknob, however, someone pulled him back, gripping his suit jacket tightly. Jimin turned him to face him and looked him straight in the eye, chuckling softly.

"Of course you can!" he exclaimed, amused.

"Gguk, don't think about what others expect from you. Think about what you want," Hoseok said calmly, placing his hand on his shoulder.

Jeongguk felt sick. He was so fucking nervous. It was something he had wanted for so long and what was so damn important to him that he couldn't believe it was happening. He wanted this, even though he knew perhaps he shouldn't.

"Gguk..." Jimin whispered. "If you really don't want to..." he began in a suddenly worried voice.

"No. I want to," he said quickly, cutting him off. "I really want to... Let's do it."

Jimin nodded, took off his jacket and threw it into the car, then unbuttoned another button on his shirt and opened it gently so that the cut showed his collarbones. He looked at himself in the mirror and straightened his blond hair. He turned back to his friends and smiled mysteriously.

"How do I look?" he asked.

"Good. You always look good," Jeongguk replied. Jimin pecked disapprovingly and glanced again in the mirror.

"I can't look good. There is the love of my life out there. I have to look so sexy that he wants to take my clothes off and fuck me right now!" he said indignantly. "Ggukie, would you like to fuck me?" he asked, making a sexy face and pressing his chest against his friend. Jeongguk laughed out loud and all his nervousness was gone. "Come on, Ggukie, tell me you'd like..." he continued.

The younger one pushed him away from him, laughing all the time, then started walking.

"Oh, c'mon, Gguk!" Jimin shouted after him. "Say it!"

"I'd like to fuck you, Park," he said in a low, sexy voice, looking at his friend over his shoulder. "Come on, you idiot. Before I change my mind," he added, and that wonderful, carefree laugh escaped his throat again.

He has forgotten what it's like to laugh like this. They've had a hard time with the company lately. They were working on a new contract and the situation was tense. Additionally, his relationship with Lisa in recent months also left a lot to be desired. He hoped that everything would change after his proposal.

He knew the girl would probably be furious when she saw the ink on his skin, but that didn't matter in the least. He finally wanted to do something for himself. For her. For ten years he has wanted to get this tattoo and this time no one will force him to back down.

Following Park, they approached what looked like some strange warehouse. The metal door looked rather dingy, which made Jeongguk instinctively frown his brow. Jimin, however, without hesitation approached the door and quickly punched some code into the reader installed next to it. They heard the sound that the code was correct.

Jimin opened the door and looked at Jeongguk over his shoulder. His eyes sparkled with excitement. Brunet knew that in Korea most of the artists worked in their own homes or basements, or set up hidden studios. To be able to legally practice tattooing, you had to have a medical education, which of course practically none of the talented tattooists had.

That's why it was so hard in Korea to find someone who actually had talent. Usually the information was passed from mouth-to-mouth. Tattoo artists only tried to discreetly show their work somewhere on social media, without giving any information about where their studio is located.

It was stressful for him, but also fascinating. He felt intrigued, as if he had some secret from the world that he could not tell anyone. Entering the corridor, he felt very insecure. For a moment they walked in almost total darkness, but after a few steps another door appeared.

It was enough that Jeongguk looked up and his heart began to beat faster. The next door was nothing like the previous one. They were painted with beautiful graffiti with - as he guessed - the name of the studio. "Kinky Heaven." Not sure why, but when he saw the name, he instinctively bit his lower lip.

That's what tattoos were for him - sexy and naughty on the one hand, and heavenly beautiful on the other. There were funny little angels and devils painted around the inscription in various strange poses and with funny expressions on chubby faces. Some of the angels had horns or a devil's tail, and some of the devils had halos or white wings. He watched with fascination for a moment. These drawings were perfect. Someone who created them had an amazing talent.

There was an inscription above the entrance that Jeongguk recognized from one of Dante's works he had read in college. "Abandon hope all ye who enter here." Jeongguk felt a growing interest. Whoever created this door, he wanted to meet him. He wondered if the owner is as naughty and fascinating as just entering his studio?

Jimin opened the door and stepped inside. The interior was decorated in a similar tone to the graffiti on the door. Red walls, yellow lighting, and black leather sofas in the waiting room. The central place was taken by the reception desk, where a tall Korean man with hair dyed silver stood. The man was wearing a white T-shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders. Its low neckline showed tattoos covering his chest, and the short sleeves brilliantly emphasized his strong, tattooed forearms.

Jeongguk was impressed with his tattoos. He was watching every little detail with such attention that he didn't even notice when the man looked up from the computer and looked directly at him.

"These tattoos are V's work," the stranger finally said, and at the sound of his voice, Jeongguk finally broke out of his trance.

As he looked up to the man's face, his lips curved into a beaming smile, and lovely dimples adorned his cheeks. The stranger might have been in his twenties.

"Oh! You must be from Yoongi," he said quickly. "I'm Namjoon, but you can just call me RM," so saying, he extended his hand to each of them in turn. "Yoongs!" he exclaimed.

After a while, a boy in bleach blond hair appeared at the threshold of the main hall. He was much shorter than Namjoon, all dressed in black. His mouth and nose were covered with a black mask, but the boy immediately took it off with a quick movement of his hand, and his face was lit by a charming smile. Dark eyes began to shine brightly. Jeongguk glanced surreptitiously at Jimin and saw that his friend blushed slightly.

He had no doubts about it, this was a boy in front of him who had been baptized as "Jimin's love of life." Yoongi, as RM had just called him, was also handsome. He looked a bit older, but he had some unique boyish charm about him. His lower lip was decorated with a piercing, he had a beautiful rose tattooed on his neck. Black ink stood out on his milky skin. His hands were also all covered in tattoos. They were all in a similar style to those of Namjoon, which made him sure that his body decorations were also a masterpiece from the hand of the same artist.

"Jimin!" Yoongi said, measuring the young millionaire from head to toe.

The blond smiled charmingly, and his cheeks flushed with the bold look of the tattoo artist. His hand instinctively reached towards the blond hair and tucked the unruly strand behind his ear. Jeongguk probably never saw his friend like this. Yoongi approached the reception desk and leaned against it, then looked at the three boys, still standing almost in the waiting room threshold.

"After your call I took over our schedule," he finally began. That radiant smile vanished from his face. His voice became much more serious and professional right away. "And unfortunately, I will not be able to accept your friend..." he finally confessed, and Jeongguk felt as if someone had hit him with a wrecking ball.

He wanted this tattoo, but it wasn't until the tattoo artist told him he wouldn't get it that he felt a taste of disappointment on his tongue. Resigned, he lowered his head and looked at his elegant shoes.

"But you were lucky because one of our clients cancelled his session today. He got a contract abroad and had to leave, so we got slacked off for his sessions. This is also supposed to be a big tattoo, so we have room for two full day sessions. After all, maybe something else can be dealt with later, if necessary..." he continued, and with each word Jeongguk felt his heart racing. "V will take care of him, but it's my gem," he said. "These lovely sleeves are his handiwork," he added, proudly showing his black inked forearms.

Jeongguk couldn't deny that these were probably some of the most wonderful tattoos he had ever seen. One look was enough to know that this "V" had a talent. A hell of a lot of talent. Even though he tried not to look too much at the stranger, so as not to look like a weirdo, he immediately noticed how precisely each line was finished, how polished it was every little detail, if V had such a talent in his hands, he wanted to use it.

"Oh!" Jimin groaned, a bit too theatrically and approached Yoongi, standing so close that they were only a dozen centimeters apart. "I was hoping you would have tattooed him..." he muttered sexily and stretched his hand towards the tattoo artist's forearm. "Does this V also have nimble hands like you?" He asked, looking at him coquettishly and moved his finger, outlining one of the tattoos on his forearm. Hearing his words, Jeongguk almost rolled his eyes again and snorted softly under his breath. Park was shameless.

"If you think his hands can work wonders, just think what those long fingers can do..." a low male voice suddenly said. Its color was as deep and smooth as velvet.

Everyone instinctively turned their faces in the direction the voice came from. A tall, slim man stood at the entrance to the far side of the waiting room. Jeongguk could not see his face, which was hidden by a black mask, similar to the one that previously covered Yoongi's face, but still his dark, almost black eyes sparkled so vividly that the brunet was sure that the boy was smiling broadly under the mask.

Jeongguk shifted his curious gaze to him to get a better look at him. The stranger was leaning nonchalantly against the threshold of the door and moving the fingers of his right hand to show Park what he meant. Jeongguk involuntarily looked at his tattooed arm. The boy's hands were covered in black ink, but he had to admit they were beautiful. Masculine, but also shapely. The man's fingers were long and beautiful, like those of a pianist.

For some reason, but watching his fingers move in the air, he felt his cheeks burn, his mouth was dry, but he couldn't look away from him. The stranger looked phenomenal. He was dressed entirely in black, his body slim but his shoulders wide. He was wearing a black T-shirt from some rock band, strong forearms had tattoos like the other two men. The low neckline of the T-shirt showed his collarbones, which were also covered with a black masterpiece. Even the man's neck was decorated with a tattoo of a lotus flower emerging from a mandala-like pattern. The boy looked like a work of art that takes your breath away when you look at it and then think about it for weeks.

He looked at his face again. His hands itched to peel the black mask off the stranger's face, to be able to see his features. He wanted to know what face the mask hides. Even the boy's hair was covered with a black beanie. There was only one small strand of hair that was showing from under it, and he was almost sure his hair was fiery red.

He was so absorbed in staring at the stranger that he didn't even realize that the boy shifted his gaze to him, studying him closely. It was only when the stranger pushed away from the door frame that Jeongguk looked up to look at his eyes again, but this time he met the stranger's dark gaze.

For the first time in his life it felt as if someone had suddenly taken all the air. The gaze of those dark eyes was so intense and so intimidating at the same time that it seemed to him as if the boy was literally stripping him piece by piece. That gaze was literally captivating, magnetic, mesmerizing and fucking sexy.

"Which one of you should I tattoo?" he asked suddenly. His voice was low, sensual.

Even though he was talking to all three, his eyes were still fixed on Jeongguk. Brunet moved nervously, swallowing hard under that intimidating gaze.

"The blond is out, since it's Yoongs' date," he said, approaching Hoseok and measuring him carefully with his scrutinizing gaze. "So we're left with Mr. Sunshine... And..." He paused, then turned to Jeongguk and shamelessly measured him from head to toe. "Handsome Naughty Boy," he finished, keeping his gaze on the younger man's chocolate irises. "Oh, I hope it's a Naughty Boy," he added, Jeongguk felt that the room temperature had become terribly unbearable. He cleared his throat in confusion.

"Wh-why are you calling me that?" he finally asked, mentally cursing himself for stuttering.

To feel more confident, he straightened his jacket and straightened tighter, staring the tattooist defiantly in the eye. The man still wore that damn mask on his face, but he could have sworn an arrogant smile appeared on his lips.

"I know people like you," he replied. "You think that if you put on an expensive suit that fits your figure, as if you just came out of a tailor and elegant shoes, and you comb your hair smoothly to look like a model from a Vogue cover, you will fool me? One look in your eyes is enough to know that under this whole facade there is a naughty boy who only dreams of finally being able to mess up a bit..."

Hearing his words, Jeongguk laughed out loud, then licked his lips. What an arrogant type. They haven't even spent five minutes together, and he thinks he knows him? He knew nothing about him.

"What's this ridiculous psychological analysis?" Jeongguk finally replied. His earlier shyness had faded. He took a step forward and faced the tattoo artist. "I thought I was in a tattoo parlor, not family therapy," he said, staring defiantly in the eye. For a moment he thought he saw a strange flash in his gaze, as if he was enjoying this verbal scuffle.

"Okay, now that I know who my client is..." the other began, and Jeongguk snorted again and brushed his dark hair with his hand.

His mind was a mess and his feelings were utterly chaotic. The stranger was arrogant and conceited. It irritated him, but at the same time he was bloody intrigued by it. He wanted to turn on his heel and walk out of here slamming the door, but he couldn't look away from him. He couldn't remember when or if anyone had evoked similar emotions in him. He was incredibly interesting.

"As Yoongi said, I got a free all day session, so we can start next Friday. Today I don't have time anymore, because I urgently need to be somewhere, but tomorrow you can come at lunchtime, so we will establish an action plan," he continued.

"You don't think I'll just come over here and let you tattoo my body without even knowing how you work?" Jeongguk asked, though he didn't expect an answer at all.

What that boy was saying was ridiculous. The tattoo artist froze and blinked his eyes several times, as if in disbelief what he was hearing. His lashes were long and made his eyes seem even more beautiful. After a pause, the stranger put his hands on his narrow hips and snorted loudly.

"E-excuse me? People wait months to get to me and you are going to check on me? Yoongi can show you my portfolio."

"No way," the brunet said quickly, shaking his head in denial. "This tattoo is very important to me. I want to see how you work. And I don't mean five minutes of your work. I want to see you open your salon in the morning, lay out the equipment, prepare a pattern, tattoo and secure your finished work. I want to see everything. And if I like what I see, I'll let you tattoo myself," he explained.

"You're joking, are you?! Find yourself somebody else..." That said, the tattoo artist turned on his heel and went to the couch on which the leather jacket lay. He reached for it, then draped it over his broad shoulders.

"Are you afraid that it will turn out that you are not as good as you think you are?" he asked, provoking him.

He didn't know why he was doing it, and why he suddenly got so much courage, but the verbal skirmish with the stranger made him feel strangely excited.

"You can try, but you won't find anyone better," he replied confidently. "But I'm not going to do this. I will not waste time proving my worth to someone. I have to go. I have an important meeting in half an hour." With that said, the boy gave his hand to Yoongi and Namjoon to say goodbye, then nodded to Jimin and Hoseok and, passing Jeongguk, walked silently towards the exit.

"I'll pay you twice as much as you earn on a given day!" the brunet suddenly called, and the tattoo artist stopped with his hand on the doorknob, but still did not turn to face him. "If this old estate car in front of the studio, it's your car, you'll need to buy a new one soon..."

Fuck. That rich asshole, V thought.

The boy was right. This car belonged to him, and he knew it was total scrap. The car kept breaking down, but he couldn't afford such expenses now. As a tattoo artist he earned well, but his situation was currently very complicated and an injection of cash would be quite a blessing. Mentally cursing himself for what he was about to do, he tightened his hand on the doorknob, then said something he hoped he wouldn't regret.

"Be here at twelve tomorrow. You are not to be even a minute late. We will arrange the details of this contract..."

A victorious smile crept over Jeongguk's lips. The tattoo artist laughed softly, his low laugh filling the waiting room, bouncing off the walls and caressing the younger's ears.

"See you tomorrow, Naughty Boy" he said, and disappeared through the exit door.

Jeongguk bit his lip instinctively, suppressing another smile. His heart was beating strangely hard.

***

It all happened so fast that Jeongguk thought it was just some strange dream. He felt strangely excited and turned on. Adrenaline was seething in his veins. He felt light-headed. Only when he went outside again did he take a deep breath. He heard loud laughter behind him, and as he turned on his heel, he saw Hoseok and Jimin whispering to each other and laughing hard.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked confused.

After the tattoo artist left the studio, he was unable to focus on anything. All he could think about was the boy's low, sexy voice and the words he spoke to him. He could still see the look of his dark, almost black eyes staring at him with such determination as if he was taking him apart piece by piece.

"You, you Naughty Boy," Jimin teased.

"Shut up!" Jeongguk scolded him, folding his hands on his hips. "This dude is kind of weird and damn arrogant. I don't know if I want him to tattoo me," he said, leaning against Hoseok's car.

"This dude..." began Jimin. A broad smile crept on his lips, he approached his friend and poked him with his finger in the chest. "He's into you," he finished.

Jeongguk huffed and moved nervously. He ran a hand through his dark hair and looked Jimin straight in the eye. What his friend was saying was ridiculous. The stranger wasn't hitting on him, was he?

"What are you saying, Jimin?" he said incredulously.

"Believe me, I know this. He liked you, that's why he teased you..."

"H-He wasn't teasing me. He's just an arrogant asshole!"

Jeongguk didn't know why, but he felt hot again, as if a hot wave had spread through his body. His cheeks stung, and he felt ashamed that his friends and the other two tattooists had witnessed their skirmish. He didn't know what to make of it. He looked away, afraid that Jimin might notice that maybe he liked that small quarrel with the stranger and what Jimin said made him ashamed. Was the stranger actually hitting on him?

"But you have to admit that arrogant asshole is also bloody talented. The tattoos he made are amazing," said Hoseok at last.

"Hobi is right, you wanted something beautiful, and this boy has everything you need in him," Jimin added quickly, seeing his friend's hesitation.

Did he? Did the stranger have what he needed? He guessed nothing stood in the way of finding out... He would have to pay dearly for it, but if the boy is at least half as talented as he thinks, he was willing to pay much more for his talent.

Tomorrow he will meet him and arrange the details of their cooperation, he thought.

The thought made his adrenaline rise again. He was strangely excited to meet this boy again. But he was only so excited because of that tattoo, right?

Holding back a smile that involuntarily appeared on his lips, he opened the car door, and slipped into the seat.

"So, are we going for a drink?" he asked, looking at the faces of his friends. Jimin ran his hand over the back of his neck, blushing.

"I-I'll stay here. Yoongi is also already finishing his work... And maybe he wanted to meet me..." he said quietly.

"Oh, another broken Park's rule," he replied, laughing under his breath.

"Hey! You saw him. Can you blame me?" he asked with a shrug. "But I expect a detailed report of your meeting tomorrow!"

"Well, I hope we won't kill each other tomorrow!" The brunet laughed.

Hoseok said goodbye to Jimin and slipped into the driver's seat, then turned on the engine and drove away. Jeongguk didn't want to go home yet. They chatted and joked with Hoseok along the way, but still, his thoughts kept returning to the tattoo artist's dark eyes. He couldn't focus on anything. They decided to go for a drink and were close to the bar they were going to go to when the elder's phone rang suddenly.

"Hey, baby," he said, picking up the phone on the speakerphone.

"Hey, honey," replied a sweet, female voice.

Jeongguk immediately recognized Jisoo's voice. Jisoo was Hoseok's girlfriend. They dated for almost as long as he and Lisa did, but their relationship was just perfect. Jisoo was a beautiful and extremely wonderful girl.

"Are you going home yet?" she asked. "I was shopping today and I bought something super sexy, so if you come home earlier, maybe you will have a nice surprise in the bedroom..." the girl said, unaware that someone was listening to their conversation. Hoseok looked panicked at the Jeongguk sitting next to him.

"Er, Jisoo. You're on speakerphone," he said, all red. There was an awkward silence for a moment.

"Hey, Jisoo. It's me Jeongguk," the boy greeted, barely suppressing his laugh.

"Oh, hey Gguk!" the girl exclaimed, laughing embarrassed. "Thank God it's not Park! Ee, I'll finish, come back soon, baby!" she added and quickly hung up.

Jeongguk looked intently at his friend, who was clearly embarrassed. Hoseok was completely different from Park. They were very close and talked about almost everything, but Jeon was rather avoiding sex topics. For his sexual dilemmas was Jimin. Park was so liberated that he inquired about his sexual life himself, and Hoseok preferred not to raise such topics.

"So why not postpone this drink to some other day?" Jeongguk asked, and Hoseok nodded vigorously. "Take me home," he added, then rested his head on the headrest and stared at the traffic light.

He'd have to confront Lisa sooner than he wanted to. Why couldn't his relationship look like this of Jisoo and Hoseok? These two seemed to be made for each other. Like his brother Seokjin and Yerim. And he and Lisa? Seemingly to others, they looked like a perfectly matched couple, but more and more often it turned out to be only appearances. He tried to fix it somehow, but lately he had the feeling that the more he tried, the more things were falling apart.

After a short while, Hoseok's car stopped under his skyscraper. Jeongguk said goodbye to his friend and headed towards the apartment. He didn't know if Lisa was back already. Since she told him she was going out with her friends, she didn't say anything.

He carefully opened the door and stepped inside. There was a soft light in the living room, so Jeongguk was sure she was home now. He took off his shoes and put them in the cupboard, then headed towards the living room.

Lisa was sitting on the couch watching a movie on their fifty-inch TV. She was holding a glass of wine in her hand. At first, she didn't see him, so for a moment he just stood and looked at her. She was so beautiful. Looking at her, he felt his heart skip a beat. He really cared about her and didn't want to argue with her.

They had been together for three years, and he didn't want to ruin their relationship. They've been through a lot together. He knew that the girl was brought up in an orphanage, she had no family. Only when she met Jeongguk did she know what it means to be loved and not to worry about whether you will have anything to put in the pot tomorrow. Perhaps he was too strict with her?

He should be more understanding and considerate. Lisa was so happy to see that he had finally proposed to her. She loved him. And that was the most important thing. Perhaps their relationship wasn't perfect, but who said it had to be. Everything he needed was in front of him, wasn't it?

So without thinking he moved towards the couch and crouched down in front of Lisa, dropping to her level. The girl looked up and smiled charmingly at him, and his heart beat faster again.

"Jeonggukie!" she cried, and threw her arms around his neck, simultaneously pressing her lips into his.

The boy almost lost his balance from this sudden attack, but he let her do it. Lisa's lips were soft and warm, her kiss a bit sloppy, which betrayed that the girl is a little drunk. Her kiss tasted of the sweetness of cherry lipstick and the tart taste of dry red wine.

"Jeonggukie, look!" she called aloud, tearing herself away from his mouth. Brunet hated when someone used this diminutive, he felt like a little boy then, but nevertheless bit his tongue. "Look how beautiful it is!" Saying so, she held out her hand, displaying a platinum ring with a pink diamond. Jeongguk took her hand and placed a gentle kiss on it, then stroked her cheek with his hand.

"You're much more beautiful," he said, then kissed her lips, this time pressing his tongue inside her mouth. Lisa groaned right against his lips, and he felt all the adrenaline and excitement of today's events take over his body again.

He got up, simultaneously propping the girl to wrap her legs around his hips, and walked with her towards the bedroom. All the way Lisa was chuckling in his ear, occasionally bringing their lips together in a quick kiss. Jeongguk felt the excitement reborn in his veins and find its place in the lower stomach. They hadn't made love for so long that he couldn't even remember when it was.

Pushed by desire, he placed Lisa on the bed and without asking, he slipped his hand under her dress, guiding it between her thighs. The girl groaned, staring at him with a slightly blurry eyes.

"My beautiful fiancée..." he muttered directly into her ear, gently nibbling its petal, then without asking he gently tilted her underwear and slipped his fingers into her moist interior.

"Ah! Jeonggukie!" she moaned aloud, arcing her back into an arch.

The boy moved his fingers in such a way as to give her the greatest pleasure, while kissing her lips. His dick throbbed violently, demanding attention. He stepped away from her and grabbed the waistband of his pants, unfastening them quickly, and pulled them off his hips. He threw them off his legs, took off his socks and approached Lisa again. He slipped his hands under her dress and slid her panties down, tossing them behind him. The girl's breathing was also quick, she was looking at him with a greedy gaze as he quickly unbuttoned the buttons on his shirt. Jeongguk took her lips in his and kissed her greedily, parting her thighs with his right hand.

"T-take a condom," Lisa gasped, knowing the boy gripped his boxer shorts to slide them off his hips.

Jeongguk broke away from her and stretched his hand towards the nightstand. He opened a drawer and grabbed a condom wrapper, peering inside, but the box was empty. Irritated, he threw it back into the drawer and checked the inside with his hand, but also found nothing. He slipped a hand into his dark hair and cursed softly.

"They're over," he said, still breathing hard with excitement. "You don't have anything in your purse?" he asked, walking back to the bed.

He climbed on it and hovered over the girl, resting his hands on either side of her body, then quickly kissed her lips. He deepened the kiss as he slid his tongue into her mouth, and for a moment they kissed extremely violently.

"Let's make love without it," he said between kisses. "I can control myself well, and you take pills all the time, don't you?" Saying so, he ran his hand over her wet entrance again. Lisa put her hands on his bare chest and pushed him away from her.

"N-no. You know we can't. Even if I take pills, I..."

"Yes, you can get pregnant anyway," he finished after her, knowing the phrase by heart.

For as long as he could remember, Lisa had been obsessed with protection. Almost from the beginning of their relationship, the girl took birth control pills, but nevertheless they always made love with a condom. The girl kept repeating the stories of her friend who, despite such protection, became pregnant, and they were too young to make such a mistake.

"Jeonggukie," she called him, then kissed his lips.

The boy surrendered to her will again, they kissed harder and harder, and his cock throbbed painfully. Without thinking for a long time, he parted the girl's thighs and settled between her legs, then began to caress her with his fingers and tongue. Lisa squirmed beneath him, moaning until she finally came, screaming his name.

Only then did Jeongguk move away from her again. He looked at her face and smiled at her. He loved getting her to this state. He rose on his strong forearms and pressed their lips together again. This time they kissed slowly, the girl's lips still tasted like bitter red wine, but he didn't mind. They hadn't been so close for so long that he was going to savor the moment.

Suddenly this nice moment was interrupted by the loud ringing of Lisa's phone, the girl moved nervously, but Jeongguk muttered directly into her mouth with disapproval.

"Let it ring," he muttered, and deepened the kiss again.

After a while, the caller apparently gave up because the phone had gone silent. Jeongguk breathed a sigh of relief. He moved his lips away of those of Lisa and got off the bed. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and with a quick, agile movement, he removed them from himself, kicking them aside. His cock was almost fully erect. He grabbed it in his hand and, looking at the blonde with his lustful eyes, began to move his hand up and down.

Lisa watched him closely, and his excitement grew with each passing second. He wanted the girl to caress him, but he didn't ask for it. He approached the bed and climbed onto it, still moving his hand. When the first, guttural moan escaped his lips, the girl's phone rang again, making it seem as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over him. His excitement immediately fled somewhere.

He looked annoyed at the phone. He wanted to take it in his hand and throw it against the wall, but suddenly he felt the bed bend, and he looked at Lisa, who was putting her dress back on. Instinctively, he grabbed her hand to keep her from leaving.

"Lisa..."

"Jeonggukie, it might be something urgent..." she said quickly, sliding her hand out of his grip, and she went to the cupboard where her phone was lying. She took it in her hand and looked at the display, tucking a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. "Oh, it's Rose. She has already called three times. I have to call her back." That said, she quickly dialed her friend's speed-dial number and put the phone to her ear.

Jeongguk exhaled loudly from his lungs, his irritation reaching its peak. He looked at his cock, which was almost fully erect and still held in his hand.

"You must be kidding..." he growled softly, brushing his dark curls irritably with his left hand.

"Oh yes, Rose. It's me. You called," Lisa said suddenly into the receiver. "Oh no, of course you're not disturbing..." She added and, glancing at Jeongguk, moved towards the exit from the bedroom. After a while, the boy heard her sonorous laugh. "Gee, what did that naughty boy do this time?" Lisa asked, laughing into the receiver as she closed the bedroom door behind her.

Jeongguk cursed under his breath and lay down on the bed, staring at the white ceiling. How could Lisa pick up the phone in this situation? He felt as irritated and frustrated as ever before. He could still feel the characteristic pressure in his lower abdomen, his cock throbbing strongly with excitement.

He closed his eyes, trying to relax, and suddenly the memory of the events of "Kinky Heaven" flashed in his mind. He didn't know why this memory came to his mind now, perhaps due to what Lisa had just said to the phone. "Handsome Naughty Boy"- that's what this arrogant tattoo artist called him. Instinctively he closed his eyes to recall the way the boy's low voice pronounced the words, and could almost imagine his tongue caressing each vowel. At the memory, his cock twitched hard, rising more, its head dripping precum.

Why did the memory excite him so much? Perhaps it was the fact that no one had ever called him that, or maybe there was some truth in what the tattoo artist said about him? He always followed all the frameworks and rules. Sometimes he wanted to finally break them. To do something indecent, crazy.

He didn't even know when his hand wrapped around his cock again and began to move rhythmically up and down. It wasn't until a loud moan escaped his lips that he realized that he was masturbating as he thought about today's events.

Thinking about him.

He felt a bit confused by the fact, but couldn't help himself. It was so long since someone had touched him or since he experienced any other form of intimacy that he could not back down now. He clenched his hand tighter and, tilting his head back with a soft moan, he conjured up another image in his mind.

This time it was a damn sexy, stranger's gaze. The boy looked at him as if he was undressing him with his eyes, as if he desired him. It was so fucking exciting. Nobody had looked at him that way before.

Feeling that he was getting close to fulfillment, he imagined something completely different. Something that was so bloody indecent and yet so tempting. He began to think about the hands of the tattoo artist. His long tattooed fingers wrapping around his length...

"Ah, fuck!" he cursed, cumming over his hand and stomach.

He lay on the bed for a while, eyes still closed, breathing hard. He licked his dry lips and felt his cheeks burn with shame. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. It was the first time he thought about another man when he was masturbating, he felt guilty immediately.

He didn't know why he felt so turned on by the thought about the stranger. Perhaps it's because he's been so sexually frustrated lately. Lisa kept pushing him away, he had a lot of work in the office, and the tattoo artist was so damn confident and arrogant.

Feeling the guilt slowly creep into his mind, he got out of bed and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. He didn't know how long he stood under the stream of cold water, letting it cool his hot body. When he returned to the room, Lisa was asleep on her half of the bed.

Brunet stopped beside, looking at her for a moment, then put on sweatpants and lay down next to her, cuddling up to her small body, trying not to think about those beautiful, dark eyes anymore.

***

Ayashee:

The first Taekook meeting is behind us.
How do you like our mysterious tattoo artist Tae?
Will Jeongguk come to the meeting and how will it go?
Will those beautiful dark eyes continue to haunt him?

xoxo