I went out of the apartment late at night while Dara was still at work. I went to the underground tattoo shop nearby. I brought out a piece of paper and a pencil. I wanted to get a tattoo that would pay tribute to my Dara but I needed a creative idea for it. When I’ve arrived at the shop, I was surprised since it was still open so late. I went inside and was greeted by the man by the desk. “Good evening, how can we help you today?” I nodded and approached the clerk. “Good evening, I’m amazed that you are still open at this time.” I said. The man smiled and replied, “Today, is the owner’s death anniversary. To pay our tribute for him, we keep the store open for the rest of the day. He was a devoted tattoo artist that he often has clients coming in so late without any appointment.” It was just too legit. I might as well have my tattoos retouch. “So, who’s running the shop now?” I asked. The clerk smiled and replied, “His only son. The owner died 2 years ago. Would you like to have a tattoo?” “I would like to have a few tattoos I want to have the colors retouched.” I replied. The clerk nodded, advised me to wait and went to back room. Music started to play at the back room. I smirked as the song that I recently composed started to play. I looked at the little brochure of tattoos the guy had made. The clerk came out and gestured me to come in. I went inside the back room and I looked at the tattoo artist’s back working busily preparing his tools. “Come and take a seat, Sir.” He said. I took of my shirt and sat down. He turned his seat around to face me and wore his gloves. I got astonished noticing the familiar face. He looked at me and smiled. “Hi! I’m Nomura Shuhei. My assistant said you wanted to have a tattoo retouched. Is that right?” I stared at him. I wasn’t sure if I should be angry at him for not recognizing me or thankful for it. He changed his features and intently looked at my ghastly face. He let out a gasp. “Oh my God!” I hastily stood and he hastily stood as well. “You... are...” He trailed off. I wanted to punch the guy so bad until he bleeds. I tried my best to hold my anger. I gritted my teeth. “You’re the famous composer, Jiyong Kwon!” He smiled from ear to ear. I let out a confused look. He reached his hands and grabbed my hand started shaking it. “I’m a huge fan of your, Sir!” My mood started to change. My anger subside. I wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. How could a guy who fu·cked my ex-girlfriend not recognize me and is an avid