The Only One || Jungkook

6

Jungkook stood next to Yejun, who was trying to look for some kind of reassurance to everything that his boss made happen in a matter of hours. He knew his other six partners would hate the idea that Jungkook involved a human being into his deals, just to burst his ego a bit higher than it was days ago, but that confident and serious look he always had, only seemed to grow when she signed the contract.

With only a move of his head, pointing to the tattoo studio, Yejun understood he wanted him to go first to make sure everything was fine -and to leave them both alone as she stepped out of the car.

She was looking at the two men standing in front of her door, and once the long-haired one left, Y/n thought it would be safe to open the door of the car herself, meeting up with Jungkook again. He was still serious, a line forming with his lips, as he looked down at her and closed the car door.

—Why are we here? —she finally asked.

—Well —he tilted his head, looking down at her—, now that you're mine, you should be marked. I want to make sure you're reminded who you belong to, from now on, every day of your life.

She gulped thick again, seeing him turn around and head inside of the tattoo studio. The black shirt fitted into his body perfectly, almost being able to see his back muscles move whenever he motioned his arms. He had such power on Y/n, to the point that she almost forgot she'd be marked like a cow.

She remembered that part of the contract. "The server part would make visible she's now unavailable for anyone else, and make it accessible only for those who try to reach for a further carnal relationship with the server". But she expected a necklace, a chain... not a tattoo.

If she ever stepped back, or if he ever got tired of her, that mark would always be there. It's as if Jungkook wanted her to remember she once belonged to him.

And that was the exact reason behind it.

He could get tired of her, he could throw her away any time he wanted, but the fact that she was once his would never change. Every other man that came after him, and Y/n included, would always know that.

She stepped in the studio behind him, looking at Yejun with curiosity as he talked with a tattooed and pierced man, who was visibly taller than the two men that came with her. Yet the aura Jungkook transmitted made him seem the bigger and toughest one out of the three of them.

The two Asian men talked between them in Korean -Y/n supposed, since she learned through the contract he was living in Seoul-, and later nodded before Jungkook's black eyes were back on her.

—This —the long haired man said to the tattoo artist.

By the expression of confusion on his face, Y/n knew it'd likely be something she'd regret getting -although it wasn't something she didn't agree on beforehand. Jungkook later turned to her, and with a slight move of his head, he tried to make her move towards one of the rooms.

—In that place? —the tattoo artist asked.

—Yes —Jungkook nodded.

Y/n didn't really think it'd be as bad, or at least she tried to convince herself into believing it wouldn't be as bad. At least not until they both got inside the room, and the tattoo artist asked her to take off her t-shirt.

She was fine doing that, it wasn't like she hadn't ever gotten naked in front of a male. And she doubted it was his first time seeing a girl topless, until she turned around and found him with his back turned at her.

—Take off your bra, too —he asked.

With a frown on her face, she took her bra off and threw it next to her t-shirt, just to be told to cover her tits with her forearms, in a way she left some free space in the cleavage where he could be able to work without seeing anything from her. She didn't need to be too smart to guess what was the place that was going to be marked. Gulping thick, she thought of the many times she was told a tattoo in that part hurted like hell -it was one of the main reasons why she'd never get a tattoo, but there she was.