Mafia's Property

Tattoo

Y/n pov

It has been weeks after Jennie came over for some bonding time. We had a great time, we had a couple of fashions shows where I made her a mini me. We went out to the park and bought a lot of sugar which I wasn't supposed to do.

She's probably too hyper right now, so if I get a call from appa, I wouldn't be surprised.

...

The next Saturday

I wake up early in the morning since Saturday is my last off day. I take a towel to the bathroom and doing my morning routine before taking a long warm shower.

After thirty minutes or so, I apply lotion on to my skin, tieing my hair into a small man bun before changing into this:

I grab my wallet and phone before heading downstairs to grab an apple. Nowadays I have lost appetite, why 'cause I miss eomma's kimchi fried rice and french toast.

I get my keys and heading out of the apartment, locking it and walking into the early morning sun and cold morning breeze as I make my way to the tattoo shop.

I get to the tattoo shop that's just about five minutes away from home. I get into it and observing it. It has a dark theme which I like and has dimmed lights. I make my way to the front desk.

I get to the front desk and there's is a man in all black, has a tattoo on his neck with the initials J.H on top. He stares down at his phone and a smile is on his face. He quickly looks up when he sees me.

Wow, he's handsome and cute. He has cute bid doe eyes too. Look at those parted lips...

"How can I help?"

"Huh? Oh, I came to get a tattoo." I snap out of my thoughts.

"Okay, follow me."

I follow him into a nicely decorated room full of sketches and pictures that are hung up. I take a look around as I stand in a fixed position, waiting for him to tell me something.

"These are some tattoo designs we have, made by JK. You can pick anyone you like."

"Okay."

I walk around the room, picking some sketches up and observing them. Some look pretty, some don't have any meanings and some have designs. I walk over to a lamp where there is a beautiful tattoo design laying. I trace my fingers on it, feeling its texture. This one has a meaning.

"I would like to get this one, please."

"Ummm- w-well, i-i don't think it's the right one. Pick something else."

"Why?"

"It's not done."

"It looks done to me."