"Oh my god, Jungkook!" May-Lin threw the bag on the ground and went down to him. "What...who...God, does it hurt?" she carefully cupped his face and her eyes anxiously scanned the bruises on his cheek and his split lip. "I'm fine my lady, just scratches" he smiled and held her close. "Tell me the reason you're fighting isn't another woman and that the other one looks worse?" she pursed her lips, carefully caressing his bruises. Jungkook looked at her strangely for a moment, then cupped her neck and kissed her wildly, passionately, and hungrily.

"What was that for?" she pulled back and took a deep breath. "You're amazing, you know that?" he rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, sighing in relief. "hey are you ok?" he nodded and she threw her arms around his neck. "At least it's not another woman" she smiled and he opened his eyes. "There will never be another woman, little star" he picked her up and walked over to the sofa, sitting with Mei-Lin on his lap, placing her knees on either side of him.

"Does it hurt?" she asked again and he shook his head, tucking her hair behind her back. "Jungkook, will you tell me why you keep fighting?" Mei-Lin asked softly and he sighed and leaned back, caressing her thighs. "It's a way to relax, to use up the accumulated aggression" he answered honestly and she raised an eyebrow. "What if you get hurt...more seriously than that?" her eyebrows sank low and Jungkook smiled, rubbing the crease that had formed between them.

"Is there anything I could say to you that would make you give up on me?" he asked lowly and Mei-Lin bit her lip, cupping his face in her hands and looking deep into his eyes. "Cheat on me and I'll kill you" she said seriously and he blinked in confusion. "Is this, cheating?" she nodded and he pulled her close to his chest. "Never my lady, you are my girl, my only girl!" he assured her fervently and kissed her temple.

"What if..." he stopped and she looked at him questioningly. "If I told you I was injured during an illegal fight?" Mei-Lin narrowed her eyes, looking at his bruises thoughtfully. "You mean the ones where half-naked men fight in dark alleys for money and can land you in jail?" Jungkook nodded slightly, biting the corner of his lip. Her answer was important to him, more important than she thought, and he wasn't sure if Mei-Lin realized that he was now sharing one of his secrets with her.

Street fighting was the least of his life, and if Mei-Lin couldn't handle it, sharing anything else with her would be unthinkable. And that would mean he was wrong about her and their relationship didn't have the future he had planned for them. Mei-Lin got up from his lap, went to her bag and took it. Jungkook watched her carefully, her silence killing him and his heart pounding in his chest. She pulled out her phone and returned to him, settling on his lap again.

"You mean fights like this?" she dug into her phone and after a few seconds turned the display towards him. Jungkook stared at a video of two men punching each other freestyle, in shorts, in a dark alley, surrounded by a crowd of screaming people. "Exactly like that" he nodded, looking at her intently. "Shit, is that what you're doing?" her eyes widened in shock and her gaze traveled over his bruises again. "Is this...from a street fight, Jungkook?" her voice dropped at least two octaves and he nodded, squeezing her hips, his chest heaving. "Now she's going to tell me she's breaking up with me" he thought and mentally prepared himself for the blow.

"Baby..." Mei-Lin kept silent, looking between the video that kept repeating and Jungkook's darkened gaze. "Say something, little star, anything" he cupped her face, forcing her gaze only on him. "Please, my lady, scream, hit me, but say something!" she looked at him, trying to pick the right words. Jungkook was a multi-colored character, tender and passionate, sometimes childish and spoiled, other times dominant and demanding, giving orders as if he were the boss of some group.

The more time they spent together, the more she got to know him, the more she understood that being with him would not be easy and she would have to swallow some bitterness, such as his jealousy, his frequent outbursts, his overprotective possessiveness, but also so she knew that he would never hurt her, that he would never disrespect her, that he would never turn his back on her or put anyone before her.

In their short time together, he constantly proved to her that she could rely on him, whether it was because she would wake him up at 3 in the morning because she was hungry and he would just get up and drive around town if necessary to find the food she wanted or protect her life as he had done with Chen. No one was perfect, but as he opened up and revealed himself to her, she was sure that for her, Jungkook was perfect. "For God's sake Mei-Lin, please, your silence is killing me!" he demanded, squeezing her cheeks even harder.

And here he was again, so big and strong, a fighter, looking at her desperately and his voice trembling with fear that she might disapprove of what he was doing, reject him. "So you don't just work as a mechanic?" she asked quietly, removing his hands from her face. "Sometimes I do that too" he replied nervously. "Not a permanent job?" he shook his head negatively. "So this, the apartment, the cars, the motorbike, the branded clothes, is it only from the fighting or is there more?" with every word she said, he became more and more nervous, his eyes more and more dark and worried, and his face paler and paler.

"Baby..." his voice broke and she bit her lip, melting at the emotions that mingled in his gaze. "Show me" his brows furrowed and he looked at her startled, she nodded and he tilted his head in confusion. "What to show you?" she stood up and pointed at his face. "Show me where you got those bruises?" he didn't move, clearly not understanding what she meant. "The place, Jungkook, I want you to take me to the place where you got those bruises!" she demanded in a firm tone and took a step back as he nodded and stood up.

Half an hour later Mei-Lin was standing in the middle of a parking lot, lit only by a few dim lights, in the middle of the only brighter circle, staring at a few drops of blood on the ground, Jungkook standing a few steps behind her, unsure of what to do now. "Is it yours?" she pointed at the spots and looked at him. "It is possible" he answered quietly, as if he were a child who had been scolded. "How often do you get into fights like this?" he shrugged, tugging at his jacket pockets nervously. "It depends, sometimes every few months, other times a few times a week" he watched her carefully, her expressionless face scared him and only added to his nerves and tightened the knot in his stomach.

"Since we've been together, how many times have you been in fights?" he shook his head. "This is the first" she bit her lip. Her heart was beating fast and hard as she looked at the drops of blood on the ground. May-Lin has always been different from her friends, she has always been attracted to bad boys, this turned her on, adrenaline fueled her feelings like fertilizer. But Jungkook was the only one who had ever been able to truly hold her interest for so long, keeping her on her toes, not knowing exactly what to expect from him, and that was why she felt so captivated by him.

First was this self-confidence in his desires and lack of fear to take what he wanted, in this case her. Then his care, his tenderness towards her, then this domineering power with which he subjugated her in bed while at the same time submitting to her and indulging her every desire the rest of the time. He let her be herself without judging her ,without yelling at her, providing her a comfort zone in which she can show her wild side, protecting her. And now it turns out that she is in love with a criminal.

She approached him and pushed him back until he hit their car. "So a biker, a mechanic, an animal lover, a romantic and a master in bed, and now a street fighter?" there was no point in denying that the idea turned her on, because the thought of Jungkook fighting like those in the video she had played him was hot. "Is there anything else you're hiding?" her fingers trailed down his chest and she unzipped his jacket. "Maybe, but..." she put a hand over his mouth and he fell silent.

"Not yet, one at a time, now I want to learn about fighting" he nodded and she removed her hand from his mouth, starting to unbutton his pants, crouching in front of him. "What..." His cock popped out of his pants and Mei-Lin sucked it hungrily. "Holy shit!" Jungkook shivered and threw his head back, gritting his teeth. His fingers dug into her hair and her mouth began to move even faster. "God, you're amazing!" he moaned and looked down at her, her eyes burning with lust and arousal.

Jungkook felt like he had been killed and reanimated. She'd played with him, gotten on his nerves, made him cringe with fear, fueling her own arousal, and now she wanted him to satisfy her hunger. His cock tightened and shuddered in her throat. "You are one crazy bitch!" he lifted her by the hair and pressed his lips into hers until she began to whimper for air. "Me? You're the one with the street fights and shit, I want to see him, I bet you'll be very sexy" Mei-Lin mumbled breathlessly against his lips.

He looked at her for a moment, shaking his head. "I knew you were crazy and perfect for me, but my lady, you exceed all my expectations" he pressed his lips to hers again and as their tongues battled, Jugkook unbuttoned and pulled her jeans down to her knees, then spun her around and turned her around back to him, pinning her to the hood of the car and without further ado, penetrated deep into her.