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@byun baekhyun ⋆ "I don't really find your split second judgement to be stupidity, don't shoot yourself down. Alpha males are quite a bit stronger than people like you and me, and considering his vast size in comparison, even if sub genders did not play a role, he would have caught you eventually, and I think it goes without saying how we both shudder to think of what could have occurred. ual assault is never okay. I was probably the first door?" He gestures loosely, feeling a touch uncomfortable lingering on the subject, and so he moved on. "You didn't do anything other than give /me/ a start. Thought you were a thief breaking into my parlor." he playfully waggles a finger to lighten the mood.

The hesitation and discomfort in Baekhyun's frame from the idle fidgeting makes his own brows furrow, and to second guess his directions. "...Are you sure you don't want me to take you?.." At the polite insistence with giving something back in return, he accepts the offer, though the embarrassment about it being a date gets a very brief chuckle out of him as warm brown eyes lift into half moon crescents. "I would /never/ assume such a thing. I accept." He gives a formal bow of appreciation. "Thank you for offering, I do not feel worthy as I felt i did only what was right-" He's interjected with his company's playful squeal, commentary and follow up wink. The man wasn't hitting on him, surely. He looks down as a outward chuckle airs;"Alright, alright enough with the sillies. Hurry along now. I don't want-" Oh, well that was unexpected. The pill was just taken, no water, no nothing. It took him a little off guard, but he continued;"I don't want him to round back in case he thinks to do so and see you in here. I'll keep watch for you outside okay? Until I can't see you. I'll assume the details of the thank you meet up will be sent over text when you're safe and in the comfort of your own home. Get some rest." He walks to the front of the parlor and holds the door open, and, as promised he'd close the door and stand outside and watch the smaller male walk away. Was he concerned? Yes. But it wasn't his place to be overbearing, even if his instincts told him to be. He knew men like that aggressor, and he never understood them.

@song hyeongjun ⋆ "No?" Youngwoo seems surprised, he was under the strong impression it was the berries- then again maybe he simply didn't remember the niche subject from all that they had spoken about the day before, and all the texting. Hyeongjun was quite the chatter box, he wasn't used to it, but it wasn't minded either. He figured the boy had quite a lot to say, now that someone was there to listen, and listen he would. A brown eyed gaze would look to the gestured pizza box with a chuckle;"Should I take you for stubborn for intentionally getting a pizza so big you knew you couldn't eat it all.. or honest mistake?" The beta gives a smug grin, he's amused at the perceived cleverness.

The expression soon relaxes when his company clarifies his apology wasn't necessary. "Maybe, but i don't know your pain, not like you do, and i wanna be considerate is all. Appreciate ya saying that though." He gives a brief nod of understanding.." he quiets to let Hyeongjun talk about what they did which was the ointments, now that rung a bell. He looks at the samples provided, and while he is not quick to dash his new friend's hopes, he knows these are a good try, but would not be good for tattoos. "These are interesting takes, but you might not sell too many of these. Well, assuming the patrons are listening to their artist. Typically when we give someone a tattoo, or an artist in general does, they'll offer specific cleansers for the type of tattoo. Applying just anything to a tattoo has really high risks. You treat a tattoo a lot like an open wound, and you don't wanna put anything oil based on an open wound right? That's the concept. For cleaning we recommend a brand of soap called dial, it's the orange or 'gold' one, that says antibacterial. For maintenance it depends."

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Something about the handshake made Baekhyun feel relieved. A strong hand shake just asserted confidence and a proper standing. The omega understood dynamics. Even with his training, he needed to rely on people and come to an understanding about certain situations. Without Youngwoo’s interference, Baekhyun might have made it. With several broken bones probably. Shaking Youngwoo’s hand in return, offering a gentle smile. “I apologize about my stupidity.. I just.. Didn’t know where to go. If anything is out of order here. I’ll pay for it.. Thank you for saving me. You didn’t have to. But you did and I am grateful for it.” Once the handshake was over, Baekhyun fiddles with his fingers. It was going to be a walk then. Taking mental notes on how to get to the bus stop, he bites his lower lip. . He couldn’t possibly head there now? Sighing, he needed to it up. “Got it. Head left from here, then keep going straight.” Taking his phone out, he sets it up to contacts. “Believe me. You’re not imposing. You are my savior honestly. There has to be something I can do to thank you. Maybe having a meal with me? I’m thinking of moving to the city within a few weeks.” The tips of his ears turn red. “I-i uh. I-its not a date that I’m asking for. More of a thank you get together.” Grinning, Baekhyun squeals softly. “Oh my. I can even send you a picture of me in my pajamas all cuddled up in bed. Or a simple text.” Playfully winking at the other. “I appreciate you.. I uh..” The words were stuck in his throat. How could he ask Youngwoo to walk with him. He just brought a bunch of drama to his place of work. Observing the bottle, he opens it and felt touched. “Thank you.” Taking one out, he swallows the pill with no water. He looks at Youngwoo. “One moment yeah?” Baekhyun leans in, pecking the others cheek. “Thank you again. Hopefully we can meet again?” Excusing himself, he starts making his way to the door. “I’ll text you when I’m there~ Night Woo.”

@kim youngwoo ✹ “Not from the berries,” he said with a soft laugh before smiling gently as he ate slowly before motioning to the pizza box. “You can help yourself to it, I probably will only be able to finish about half the box at most, maybe a bit more.” Hyeongjun watched him before seeming to smile warmly and just shook his head at him. “You dont have to say you're sorry, it's good you would treat me like you would anyone else. It helps me in a sense, to show myself how louder and bigger people are safe. Ah, well I do have some ointments,” he said as he lifted his shoulder bag and brought out a few samples he had made. “This one here with a hint of lemon is good for those who have an old tattoo that has a breakout or something. Like they got a rash on it or whatever. It helps to heal the skin while not affecting the ink. This one here is not scented much besides a small hint of grass or something forest-like. This one is like a lotion but mostly meant to make the area soft and shine so it makes the tattoo seem like new.”

@song hyeongjun ⋆ “Berries?” Youngwoo arched a brow with a look that reflected his impression, a nod accompanying it. “Alright, you make money from these right? So it’s gotta be good. Hmm? Ah, Fridays will be yeah. Typically around opening time unless we have an appointment. It’s pretty slow. Very few walk-ins. Give it an hour and a half, two and we’ll start seeing a steady flow of people. I have a friend of mine that joins me on Fridays since I can only tattoo so fast and so many people. The unpredictability of having walk-ins you never know how long a piece is gonna take, or how big it’s gonna be or the pain tolerance of your clients.” Broad shoulders lift in a shrug. It’s unconscious, his gaze does fall to the pizza, but it is only briefly. “I’m just teasing, I promise. I should probably lay off since having a big dude as a friend is a big deal to you. I’m sorry. How I bond with my friends, muh bros~ so to speak.” He offers a grin in return. “So while we wait, whatcha want to talk about? Berries, a job, something else?”

@kim youngwoo ✹ Hyeongjun was surprised at what he was called before he seemed to give a soft laugh and seemed to smile gently at him. “It is all for me so dont worry but the fresh berries are for you, I picked them fresh just a little while ago,” he said with a soft smile as he looked at the bottle he was spinning. He tilted his head but said nothing as he set the bag down before setting his pizza down as well. “Are you going to have a long day? Are you usually that busy?” He looked at him curious as he got out a slice and slowly ate. He let out a small content sigh, feeling happy to have some food in his stomach after his long morning. “And I won't, the last thing I need is to break something that I can't afford to pay for.”

@byun baekhyun ⋆ Youngwoo shakes Baekhyun's hand firmly, he has a strong grip. "Sorry it had to be on such unusual circumstances." He politely adds after the formal greeting. Immediately afterward he retracted his hand and went to stuff it into a front pocket, only to be asked directions. "Oh, you've got a ways to go. If you head left from my parlor, keep going straight for about a half a mile? Maybe, then it's across the street from a street vendor. You'll see the bus stop, can't miss it." The beta notes the hesitation, was there something else to be said? He looks on, waiting patiently as he could imagine how it might be difficult to think after such an ordeal. then a phone is held out to him. "Oh- uh.. are you sure? I don't want to impose.." Comically, the same behavior as before, the hand on the nape and the hesitation was now on the other foot. As unusual as he felt this whole situation was, after a few seconds he caves with a sighed out 'alright', and takes the offered phone. After a few minutes his number is input with his name input as the contact. "I can understand if you might change your mind. But I'd like to ask if it's not overstepping, if you could text me if you made it there safe..? Ah.. don't worry about the food, that is kind of you to offer." There's a consideration for something else.. something.. more personal, but he refrains, he doesn't want to be perceived as a creep. Instead, he walks away and reaches into a draw behind the counter and hands Baekhyun a tiny, tiny pill bottle. Couldn't hold more than 10 pills due to its strangely small size. "Here, in case your body betrays you. Don't want to leave a trail, that guy was crazy." He gives a firm nod. If taken to be observed, they'd be identified as suppressants.

[] your character has obtained a phone number. youre free to text youngwoo at any time for smaller interactions now. woohoo!

@song hyeongjun ⋆ Youngwoo was sitting in one of the extra chairs by the time Hyeongjun had come along. The radio had been , the lights, the computers, work emails checked, addressed some social media reach outs all before his company arrived. He's got a bottle of Jack Daniels unopened resting on his right knee when they come in. He grins;"Hey POKEY, man.. thought you'd never get here.. I'm just messin-" He offers a dismissive wave, then notes the smell of food and raises a brow at the bag;"That better be for you.." The full bottle is idly spun on the knee it's resting on as he listens to Hyeongjun's explanation. "That so? Well, settle in then. Don't touch anything." He says so with a mused grin, he's giving the younger male a hard time.

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@nessa barrett ˡᵘⁿᵃ Youngwoo was tattooing a client's bicep during a Friday afternoon. There's three people waiting, and a stand in for his busier days of the week in, also doing work. Between the two of them, it was a lot to do. He really needed to employ more people, but he wanted artists with experience, and they just went elsewhere for work. Could it have been his past, or perhaps his pay rate? It wasn't an ongoing thought process for him, but simply a situation he had yet to fully deal with that came back to bite him on more than one occasion.

While in the middle of the process, another body enters the building. 'Ding!' "Be right with you.." Youngwoo states with a raised voice, but does not shout to avoid yelling in the ear of his patron, while also not losing focus by keeping his eyes where he's poking. He hears a woman's voice say something but between the low radio on and the buzzing between his tattoo gun and his other coworker, it doesn't register. Before he knows it, people are coming into the tattoo parlor.. more than normal. 'Ding!' 'Ding!' 'Ding!' 'Ding!' Brows furrow, what was going on? He's looking up and seeing about 11 people in the very small waiting area up front all crowding around someone, or a set of people. "Hey, hey there's a limit to people in here, six at a time. Somebody needs to step out, there's only two of us working right now."

There's hushed whispers and chatter, some of which is in regards to his request, and for others it appears to be among themselves or to whomever was in front of them as they held something out that he couldn't see. Even worse, as he's addressing the situation, he's seeing people pile outside continuing to walk in when it was already pretty crowded, and was starting to invade the previous patrons' personal space "Hey, I said there's a LIMIT in here, first six people and that it. PLEASE. STEP. OUT. THANK YOU." Was this a prank? "Zico-" Youngwoo calls over to his fellow worker. "There something you're not telling me?" there's casual worry in his tone as he tries to focus back on the tattoo he's working on. 'Nah man, I dunno what's going on. Your guess is as good as mine.' Even the gentlemen being tattooed knows something is up. 'What's with all the people outside?' Before an answer could be given or assumed, people are knocking on the large front glass windows trying to get someone insides attention. "What the hell is going on??" Half the people were listening, and half the people were new who hadn't heard his request to begin with. This was grossly getting out of hand, and unbelievably quickly. He pauses his work and turns off the machine, offering a sincere apology that he has to stop to which the man understood as he could see the pressing matter at hand. As he marches to the front and passes the small, waist high wooden swinging door threshold only for a loud 'CRASH!' to jar everyone inside, namely Youngwoo. These people busted out one of his front windows. The situation didn't make any sense, but he took control of it, quickly. "HEY! IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY SPOKEN TO ME ABOUT WORK, GET OUT BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE!" He grits his teeth while his expression turns into a scowl, his right hand itching to do more than just vocally threaten. His large physique and agitated expression gets people to meekly move and hurry out the door, and newly busted window, leaving some innocent looking, pretty faced girl standing there with a marker?? She flashes him a innocent smile, and says it's an accident. "An ACCIDENT? A four hundred-" He snatches the marker clean out of her hand. "Sit down and shut up! Jesus-!" He growls and huffs angrily while walking over to look at the expensive shattered mess all over his waiting room, and partially outside. All the while he's tapping the marker he'd stole to his chin, trying to hastily figure this out. With some rando pretty girl who apparently drew a mob, clientele concerned and afraid, he's got a piece to finish, what happened to the three other people waiting?, how would he pay for this? Eventually, after several deep breaths he approaches the innocent looking young woman who sat before him;"You've got some explaining to do. Who the hell are you?"

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@kim youngwoo ✹ After having gone back home to check on a few things, sealing away some fresh herbs; plush washing the freshly picked berries, I made my way into the city. I fired off a text that I was on my way and would be there soon. Of course I stopped to pick up a pizza with some breadsticks and a soda before heading off to your workplace. Like I feared, I was ten minutes late but smiled as I looked around before grinning as I spotted you. “Hyung! Sorry I am late but I can't only walk so fast.” I laugh as I go over to you and motion to my body bag. “I brought the berries and some sample products. I'll explain them all to you while I'm here.”

@kim youngwoo ✹ At the introduction, Baekhyun nods, wanting to remember this man’s name. His savior. Looking at the hand, he reaches out to shake the others hand. “Youngwoo nice to meet cha.” He smiles warmly, rubbing his nape for a second. A small thing he did to keep himself somewhat calm. “Y-yeah uh. Well. If you can direct me to the bus stop where I can get the S Line?” Baekhyun truly was grateful for Youngwoo’s quickness to protect him. Maybe he should buy this man food? What would he like? Sighing to himself, the omega was going to suggest just walking and stopping. “Y-you uh. Don’t have to? I can send you a message?” He pulls his phone out and hands it to Youngwoo. “Maybe we can hang out tomorrow if you’re free?” He smiles. “I’ll buy you food.”

@byun baekhyun ⋆ "Baekhyun? Youngwoo." The elder wolf held out his hand, as a means of greeting. He was more a man than a dog, just on greeting alone. "I'm sorry about your uh.. predicament. I assume you'll needing to be getting to that friend?" Typically there's music in the front end of the establishment, but among the things down with Baekhyun's back turned, it was the music. Drama didn't happen much in Youngwoo's life, and while he wasn't a stranger to it at one time, the unexpected turn of events had even him, a bit rattled. "I can call you an Uber if you'd like? Or, if it's not too much trouble, seeing as how I don't think i'll be able to focus, I could drive you there?" There's hesitation in the tone of voice, clearly indicating his uncertainty in if offering a ride might have been a wrong move. Either way, he'd need some time to clear his head, he owed that to his customers.

@kim youngwoo ✹ Baekhyun was beyond grateful for whatever this man did to help him. How could he repay such kindness? He wasn’t quite sure yet. He didn’t think too far in advance, which was the set back. Sighing to himself, he was up and following the tattooed man to a chair. Sitting like a pup, not moving after he was told. The silence was honestly music to his ears. The typing and printing making Baekhyun look to the man. “My name is Baekhyun. I came from the outer lands to visit a friend here and some chased after me. Thinking I’d spread my legs for him.”

@byun baekhyun ⋆ Youngwoo met eyes, and no sooner did they do that, was he within reach and his tattooed arm usher them into a chair, and face away from the front. Then he walks over to the door, to lock up and turn off the neon OPEN sign. "Stay there, don't move. Gotta do some now.." Youngwoo walks over to the computer that attached to the counter off to the left and types away for a short time, then there's a pause, and eventually the printer sounds. He grabs the paper and tapes it to the door before addressing the young male in the tattoo chair. "So.. what the is that, and who the are you?" He's authoritative, but not mean.

@kim youngwoo ✹ The gentle hold on the others pants, was more of a relief. A sign that Baekhyun was more than willing to thank this man and stay. What else could he possibly say? He was at a major disadvantage. He put faith in someone he didn’t even know. When the other was gone, Baekhyun wheezes and places his hands on the cold tiled floor. Panting and coughing uncontrollably. Sitting fully on the floor, legs out in front of him. Rubbing his temple to soothe his fears. Slowly standing, Baekhyun didn’t even move. Bowing his head to the male that helped him. “I appreciate you doing that..”

@byun baekhyun ⋆ There's a slight tug toward the hem of his pant legs. However, he doesn't look down, he understood the touch. Eventually when the alpha male disappears down the hall does Youngwoo himself break away from the younger's grip to make sure the man went all the way out and not linger to pilfer or return back lest the situation really hit the fan. Once security was ascertained, the door behind the man was locked before he returns to the front. He's not even sure the other stranger would even still be there, but he'd have quite the conversation if they were..

@kim youngwoo ✹ Baekhyun was so close to passing out, holding in his breath. . This was bad. He couldn’t possibly be exposed now. Get it together! Baekhyun silently pats his cheeks so he’s somewhat aware, praying to whatever heavenly being existed. Quietly breathing out, he felt somewhat more comforted knowing someone was on his side. He was being protected even if it was a quick moment. No chance to speak to this man. Silent tears fell down his cheeks as his hands weakly cling to the man’s pants in front of him. Closing his eyes, . He was a mess. How could he be such a disappointment to his blood line? Strong warrior. . He was grateful no one was alive. He’d be the joke of his lineage. The scent of cinnamon seemed to soothe Baekhyun. His body relaxing and the other male nods. ‘Thanks. I’ll give that little a lesson.’ He starts heading towards the back, not even glancing to the counter where his target was.

@byun baekhyun ⋆ Youngwoo knew it was only a matter of time before the estranged agitated male would smell the frightened company underneath the counter. "Yeah I saw him alright. He ran out back. I just closed the door, fella about took me out-" He points to the opened curtain that lead to the back shed where he had just been. Go out that back door-" His own frame moved out of the way and more directly in front of the counter where the cowering frame scrunched into a small ball. How strange, he'd never seen same hash outs, they just weren't a thing. Had the circumstances been different, Youngwoo might have asked for a phone number, what could have been so bad about a man who knew what he wanted? Perhaps it was simply the thoughts only a lonely man could procure in a moment like this, but they are fleeting either way. For now, he simply stood there, and waited to see what would happen next. Despite stance differences between Youngwoo and the young male under the counter, his closeness allowed his own scent to be detected. Nothing that he could control of course, just simply a means of proximity. A faint waver of cinnamon can be discerned.

@kim youngwoo ✹ Baekhyun needed to think. . He looked around, even if his head was pounding. He needed to get out of this situation. Who knows. Not everyone is willing to help a stranger, Baekhyun just prayed that this man he fumbled upon was one of the rare good samaritans. Eyes growing wide as the other easily seems to give him up. Was this a tactic? To see what the other would say? Baekhyun bites down on his lower lip, silently begging for this man in front of him to be his protector of some sort. The alpha scoffs in annoyance, brushing his hair back. ‘Yeah. ing little . Gonna make him pay for even rejecting my advances. Where. Is. He…?’ He asks Youngwoo, the anger oozing out of him, Baekhyun stayed ducked down. Not even breathing. He was done for wasn’t he?

@byun baekhyun ⋆ Before Youngwoo has time to fully process a response, a very angry man with what looked to be some type of blood spatter to the side of the face barges in. The connection is made, and his quick thinking prompts him to address the manic, hormonal male. "You looking for the tall skinny kid I seen rushing in here?" A brow raises, hoping he might get some answers before taking a next step. This got very out of hand, very quickly. Who would think to rush into a tattoo shop of all places?

@kim youngwoo ✹ The hammering in his chest was louder than anything and he was beyond exhausted. Bringing his feet in closer, wanting to calm down. This wasn’t helping him. Not at all. Of course he was now stuck. Closing his eyes tightly, wishing to just disappear in a sense. Jolting and bumping his head on the counter, whimpering, rubbing his head. His eyes opening to look at the male that addressed him. Seeing the other rest a hand on his hip, he froze. Baekhyun wanted to speak but the words were trapped in his throat. “N-not s-steali-“ Just as he was about to explain himself, the pissed off alpha from earlier barges in. ‘Where is that !!’ Baekhyun covers his mouth, he had no advantage. Cursing mentally, he slowly moves so his movements would be more flexible to just run off or grab a bat if he could find one.

@byun baekhyun ⋆ Youngwoo was in the back adjacent part of the building, having gone back there for supplies, an old friend had distracted him via a text message, and soon he's sat down. The opening hours of noon to 10 pm didn't have a lot of people on a Wednesday, so he wasn't all that worried if he took a few minutes to reply. The building was his, something he'd worked very hard for, and knew if the bell at the front was struck upon its opening, he would hear it.. and hear it he did. "Hmm?" Brown eyes look up from the screen as the conversation was abandoned to return to the front. Pushing behind a heavy curtain that separated the front of the establishment to the back area where supplies and miscellaneous items were kept he sees.. someone hiding behind the counter.

Concern immediately raises, a thief. "You know you're not going to find the safe back there kiddo." Youngwoo's deep toned voice boomed across the room as he approached, a casual but firm hand resting on his right hip, although nothing appeared to be there.. perhaps a conceal carry? The panicked state of the estranged male did not phase him, though he looks down at them with a disappointing scowl;"There a reason you're in my shop tryna steal? What kinda money do you think we make here?"

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@bang chan ˡᵘⁿᵃ The quick-witted quip gets naught but a raised brow at the estranged male. It wasn't funny, but he continued to listen to what had to be said before putting his foot down. Perhaps the beta male had been more tired than he recalled, having lacked in awareness enough so to /not/ lock the store door so would-bes couldn't just waltz in. Rules were rules. In his mind, and belief system, they would be respect and adhered too. "Right..well unless you can tell me the design you chatted with me about on the phone, and you can change your voice to a woman with a drop of a hat, I highly doubt you're Sabrina." Brows lift, and lips press thin, he is not impressed, but he doesn't look angry either. Perhaps a show that the humor fell on deaf ears.

Eventually, the expression relaxes while looking to the clock, which now read 11:21 am. "My appointment was supposed to be here at eleven, and we don't open until noon. I can't promise you a tattoo, because my slots are booked based on what kind of work needs to be done, but i will have a look." There's a momentary pause;"Ah, but wait a minute-" Youngwoo walks around the male and locks the door before turning his attention to his new patron. "So what are we looking to have done?"

@kim youngwoo ✹ Was he expecting to be running and hiding? No way. Baekhyun usually was levelheaded, but something about tonight irked him. He was on the way to just take a stroll in the city, definitely far from home but here he was. Running away, huffing as he looked around. Who was he running from? A somewhat drunk alpha. Baekhyun had barely gotten off the bus and was walking towards the park, when a buff moron tried grabbing him. So what did he do? Punch the other in his face, and knee him in his crotch. That should have made a difference right? Not really. Now here he was weaving into the crowd and cursing as he could hear the heavy snarls along with yelling. Baekhyun knew when to fight and when not to. He didn’t have his weapons on him, so he needed to run. . He should’ve stopped relying on those weapons. Now look at the predicament he was in.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he was panting. “. I need to stop eating so much.” Huffing, before cursing when his arm is gripped, grunting as he felt a harsh and heavy hand come into contact with his face. Without thinking he spits blood at the attacker before kicking him in the crotch. ‘You !!’ Baekhyun stumbles and he runs, even if the world was spinning. Bumping into people, apologizing before running into a random building. The aesthetic was amazing, Baekhyun coughing and wheezing. Looking around in panic before jumping over the cashier counter, and hiding beneath it. Bringing his legs in, trying to catch his breath, unaware or stupidly believing no one was in since it seemed empty. All he could see from his blurred vision, were the chairs, and plenty of inks packed into their respective stations.

It felt like time was slowing and Baekhyun was struggling to calm his breathing down. Would he be caught?

@kim youngwoo ✹ "Don't judge a book my its cover." Chan quipped cheekily to the man that approached him and pointed out that he didn't look like the female who he was expecting. Dropping in without an appointment was a risk, but it seemed like things might actually work out in his favor if this 'Sabrina' person never showed up. The shop appeared legitimate at first glance, giving more credence to the fact that Youngwoo had likely moved on from more shady dealings, but Chan wasn't going to come all this way without shooting his shot. Moving further into the shop, he offered a polite bow in greeting. "If she doesn't show up, maybe I could squeeze in? I just want to discuss a cover-up. I don't actually expect to get anything inked today on such short notice."

@bang chan ˡᵘⁿᵃ Youngwoo was in his shop earlier than usual, sitting on the couch reading. Lax eyes lift from the book to glance at the clock, 11:17 am. Was it another no call no show? There's a subtle shake of the head as the time let him know it probably was, but he liked to think the customer was just running late. Not paying attention to the what ifs for longer than that one moment, eyes return to the book he's reading. Because of the appointment, he's there a full hour, well 45 minutes now, before opening. There's music on low inside the business while he reads and gets a few more chapters in when something moves from the corner of his eye.

Looking up, some young looking male appears to stop at the door, probably noting the lack of the open neon sign being on, and seeing the hours posted in the window. Before he's able to get up, the male lets themselves in. His frame doesn't rush from his position as he marks his spot on the page he'd left off on, and rises. "You here for an appointment?" He asks casually, though an awkward pause is given as he glances at the stranger. "You don't look like a Sabrina Lakely to me." The environment had warm lighting, and a bit of an old fashioned atmosphere with touches of modernized punk rock paraphernalia around. Strangely, there's a country song on, though it was likely because of the randomness of the radio station that had been chosen.

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@kim youngwoo ✹ chan wasn't much of a fan of working with others. bringing in someone else was like playing a wild card. they were an unknown variable that could flip everything on its head no matter how much control he tried to exert over a situation. however, he had to acknowledge that there were certain skills that he would simply never be able to master and connections that he just didn't have. the latter was exactly what he needed right now and someone had pointed him in the direction of someone they believed could help him, but now that chan was second guessing himself now that he was standing before the tattoo parlor.

from what he'd dug up on kim youngwoo, the man was supposedly out of the game. he had turned over a new leaf and made a modest living now. so what recourse did he have to even entertain chan? still, chan was too determined to simply turn away without even attempting and walked inside, the bell above the door dinging to signal his arrival.