Jealousy

"Yes, Mingi. Ice cream." She laughed, turning to face him. "You know, that frozen treat?"

She laughed at her own joke, but he remained still, his posture rigid as stone. Then, without another word, Mingi stood up. His size and presence dominated the space, and he stopped right next to Yunna, forcing her to tilt her head to look at him.

“And why do you have to get all dressed up for this?” he asked, his tone as calm as a whisper in the middle of an impending storm.

Yunna huffed, shaking her head.

“Oh, please. Do you really think I’m going to go out in sweatpants?”

He was silent for a moment, his dark eyes fixed on hers. Then, with an unexpectedly gentle movement, Mingi lifted his hand and slid his thumb across her cheek. It was almost a tender touch, but his eyes were a storm of pent-up emotions.

“Mingi…” she began, but he interrupted her by slowly leaning in.

Before their lips met, Yunna looked away, laughing nervously. She placed a quick kiss on his cheek and picked up her bag.

“Don’t even think about distracting me.” He didn't move, remaining in the same place as she checked her phone and prepared to leave.

"Are you sure you're going with Ana?" The question was direct, almost like an accusation.

Yunna looked at him with her eyebrows furrowed, confused.

"Of course I am. Why would I lie?"

Mingi's eyes darkened even more. He took a step forward, blocking the exit.

"I don't know. I just don't like the idea. It doesn't seem like it's just 'ice cream.'"

She let out a short, disbelieving laugh.

"You're being dramatic, Mingi. Relax. I'll be right back."

"No." The word came out cold, sharp, and his expression became even more serious.

Yunna blinked a few times, trying to decipher him.

"Are you... serious?"

"Very serious."

For a moment, she stared at him, the atmosphere between them thick and charged. But then, she laughed.

“Okay, I get it. Great acting. Now, excuse me.”

When she tried to walk past him, Mingi grabbed her arm, firm but not hurting her. His fingers were warm against her skin, and his intensity made her stop.

“Yunna…” he began, but hesitated. The words wouldn’t come.

She sighed, her expression softening.

“Mingi, trust me, okay? I can take care of myself.”

Reluctantly, he let go of her arm, but his eyes remained fixed on her every move as she walked out the door.

When the door closed, he stood there, his jaw clenched and his hands balled into fists. On the outside, Mingi was the same cool and controlled man. But on the inside, what he felt for Yunna was a fire that burned every part of him. Obsessive, protective, unable to take his mind off her.

Later that night, he found himself staring at his phone, waiting for a message. Every minute without news felt like a direct challenge to his control. He knew his obsessive ways drove her away sometimes, but he couldn’t help it. She was his, in every sense of the word—even if she didn’t fully understand it yet.

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The night wore on slowly, and Mingi was still sitting on the couch, his phone in his hands. The screen glowed, displaying his last message to Yunna. No response. It had been over two hours. He took a deep breath, his jaw clenched as anger began to boil in his chest.

Mingi had always been devoted to the people he loved, and Yunna was, without a doubt, the center of his universe.

But for her not to respond? To ignore him like this? That was something he couldn’t tolerate. Ever since he was a child, he had been raised as the prince of the house.

Spoiled, he always got what he wanted, and when something got out of his control, he felt lost. And now, Yunna was challenging that control. He clutched the phone in his hand, as if the screen itself was to blame.

The idea of ​​Yunna laughing, talking to someone else while he stood there, waiting, made him even more irritated. He stood up abruptly and began to pace the room, the suit he was still wearing wrinkling slightly with each impatient movement.

He needed a way to relieve himself, to distract his mind. For a moment, he thought about grabbing a bottle of whiskey that he kept in the cabinet. A drink seemed tempting, but he gave up before even opening the cabinet. That wasn't what he wanted. That wasn't what would ease what he felt. What he wanted, what he needed, was Yunna.

Mingi ran his hand through his hair, messing it up as an idea formed in his mind. What if he just told her? Showed her the truth? It was almost ridiculous how much effort he was making to keep himself contained around her. He was a man of power, someone who always dominated any situation. Why was it different with Yunna?

He could just say, "You go ahead. I'm the one who decides here." He could take control once and for all. The thought brought a pang of relief, as if he could finally breathe.

His mind began to paint scenarios: Yunna coming back, and him waiting at the door. The way he would pull her close, not giving her a chance to argue. He wouldn't let her run away or defy his will anymore. Yunna needed to understand that, with him, the rules were different. He wasn't just anyone. He was Mingi.

Sitting back in the armchair, he took a deep breath, trying to organize his thoughts. But the urge to take control grew stronger and stronger, a need as visceral as breathing.

He glanced at his phone once more, his fingers hovering over the screen. If she didn’t respond in another five minutes, he knew what he would do. Yunna might not realize it yet, but she was his, and Mingi was more than ready to remind her of that.

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