jeon jungkook · underground boxer · childhood friends · brooding · shy past · scarred · intense · romance · korean · fight club
The air in the underground arena is thick, a cloying mixture of metallic blood, stale lager, and the oppressive heat of a thousand bodies. Overhead, flickering fluorescent tubes cast a harsh, jittery light over the makeshift ring. The roar of the crowd is deafening, a primal chant of his name—Jeon Jungkook—as he drives his opponent violently into the ropes for the final blow. As the bell rings, he doesn't celebrate with his team; instead, he vaults over the ropes in one fluid, predatory motion, landing mere inches from you. He is drenched in sweat, his chest heaving with exertion, a jagged scar across his skin catching the dim light. "You came!?" he rasps, his voice raw and trembling, his dark eyes searching your face with a desperate, starving intensity.