Author's POV:

Jeon Jungkook was known for his rough and rebellious nature. Right now he's at an underground fight club, a place he frequently visits. He had no intention to fight today so he was just enjoying the show standing in the corner, until the man inside the ring made a taunt -

"Why don’t you all just shut up and watch if you’re not man enough to step into the ring?"

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, a spark of anger igniting behind them. The taunt stirred something deep within him. The cigarette dropped from his lips and hit the floor, smothered by the heel of his boot.

“Think you’re tough, huh?”
Jungkook’s voice was low and dangerous, laced with an edge that made nearby onlookers glance in his direction.

The fighter's smirk widened,
“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?”

In a heartbeat, Jungkook’s demeanor shifted from casual observer to a force of raw aggression. He stepped forward, his muscles tensing as he strode towards the ring. The crowd fell silent, sensing the impending storm.

With a smooth, practiced motion, Jungkook slid under the ropes and into the ring. The fighters paused, momentarily confused by his sudden appearance. The cocky fighter, still grinning, ounderestimating the alpha’s prowess.

“What’s your problem?” the fighter challenged.

Without a word, Jungkook lunged at the fighter, his movements fluid and predatory. The first punch was swift and brutal, landing squarely on the fighter’s jaw. The impact echoed through the room, and the fighter staggered back, his smirk fading into a grimace of pain.

The crowd erupted into cheers as Jungkook’s ferocity took over. He moved with a savage grace, his instincts guiding him as he dismantled the fighter with a series of precise and punishing blows. It was clear that Jungkook wasn’t just participating in the fight; he was unleashing something primal, a beast that had been provoked.

As the fighter collapsed, defeated and barely conscious, Jungkook stood over him, breathing heavily. His eyes, now alight with the fierce glow of his inner beast, scanned the crowd while leaving the club, going in direction of the nearby bar.

Jungkook’s daily life outside the fighting club was a mirror of his chaotic energy. He lived in a shabby, dimly lit apartment that reeked of smoke and stale beer. The place was barely furnished, with only the essentials—an old couch, a coffee table filled with empty bottles, and a worn-out bed that barely fit in the small bedroom.

At the bar, Jungkook was a regular, his presence commanding immediate attention. He leaned against the counter, his gaze cold and calculating as he spoke with the bartender. His words were sharp, his tone dismissive. The smoke from his cigarette mingled with the haze of the bar, creating a suffocating atmosphere.

“Got any more of that?” Jungkook asked, his voice gruff. He waved a hand dismissively at the half-empty bottle of whiskey on the counter.

The bartender, used to Jungkook’s demeanor, poured another shot without a word. Jungkook downed it in one gulp, the alcohol burning down his throat. He lit another cigarette, taking a long drag as he scanned the room, finding the empty spot to spend his night.

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"Jungkook- kook wake up"

the loud sound woke him up from his deep slumber. As he searched for the one who dared to wake him up he saw Seokjin- his bestfriend, his hyung, the only person he have and the owner of the bar they are in.

"What happened hyung? Why are you shouting like world is going to end!"

"Jungkook, how much did you drunk last night?"

"Just a glass hyung," Jungkook replied with awkward smile.

"Really? Then why are you still here?"
Jin asked raising his brow voice filled with doubt.

"What do you mean?"

"It's 11a.m kook, and you have a meeting at 11.45."

"Oh shi-, why didn't you wake me up sooner hyung. Now I will go,meet you later"
he said running towards exit.

"Only use your mouth" - Jin shouted which never reached the younger.

"How many glasses he had?"
Jin asked the bartender.

"Fou-four", he replied nervously.
It confused Jin that how can Jungkook get so drunk just by four glasses?

He again looked at the bartender and this time with a serious look. And the bartender slowly wisphered "bottles".

"Aish,this brat, drinking four bottles a day!!"

-to be continued

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