Inked

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Mingyu leaned back in his plush office chair, frustration etching lines across his forehead. "The tattoo shop?" he echoed, his voice a low growl. He had spent the last few weeks immersing himself in Jasmine's world, trying to understand the woman he was soon to marry. But this revelation about her secret life was a blow he hadn't anticipated.

His mind raced as he pictured her in that shop, surrounded by inked individuals and the scent of fresh tattoos. "I need to go there and meet this inked dude," he muttered to himself, disdain dripping from his words. To Mingyu, tattoos represented a reckless lifestyle devoid of responsibility, a trait he had little patience for.

The thought of Jasmine mingling with people he deemed unworthy ignited a fire within him. He had always been taught that appearances mattered — that power and respect were earned through a polished image, not through the rebellious art of tattoos.

"She's also close with a tattoo artist named Jungkook," he learned from one of his sources, an unsettling twist to his investigation. "One of the most famous artists in town, known for his looks and talent."

Mingyu tapped his fingers against the smooth surface of his desk, the sound echoing in the quiet of his office. He stood and walked toward the glass wall, gazing down at the bustling town below. The contrast between his lavish surroundings and the life of those outside filled him with an unsettling mix of superiority and frustration.

"Could someone below fight with me who are above them?" he pondered, his thoughts racing. The people he looked down on might be free, living life on their terms, while he was bound by the chains of expectations and duties. But in Jasmine, he saw a glimmer of hope — or perhaps a challenge.

"Why does she waste her time with someone like him?" Mingyu mused, the jealousy creeping into his thoughts. If she was truly captivated by this tattoo artist, it posed a threat to the image he wanted to cultivate as her fiancé.

With a resolute breath, he turned away from the window. He would pay this tattoo shop a visit. He needed to confront this Jungkook and make it clear that he was not a man to be trifled with. After all, a man like him wouldn't allow some rebellious artist to steal away his future wife.

Mingyu straightened his suit, a determined glint in his eye. If Jasmine was determined to cling to this reckless part of her life, he would ensure she understood the consequences of her choices. The game had just begun, and Mingyu was ready to play.