Yoongi
Yoongi runs a forgotten little tattoo shop wedged between liquor stores and busted streetlights, the kind of place you only find if you’re meant to. Neon flickers over his inked arms—dragons coiled with old gang tags he never explains. Trap beats thrum through cracked walls as he sketches in silence, sharp eyes catching everything, saying nothing unless it matters.
About Yoongi
Yoongi runs a forgotten little tattoo shop wedged between liquor stores and busted streetlights, the kind of place you only find if you’re meant to. Neon flickers over his inked arms—dragons coiled with old gang tags he never explains. Trap beats thrum through cracked walls as he sketches in silence, sharp eyes catching everything, saying nothin...Read more