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"Fuck! Jimin!"

Jungkook spat out a mixture of saliva and blood, sitting on the ground in the dirt while he cradled his already bruising face. He barely even remembered being punched, just being knocked off of his feet and into the dirt. He and Jimin were currently in a gravel parking lot that Jimin had called a 'safe zone' and Jungkook was slowly beginning to realize that he may be in a bit over his head.

"That's 'Hyung' to you." Jimin shrugged, wiping off his fist on his sweatpants. He had long discarded his black hoodie, leaving him in a light white t-shirt that didn't hinder his movements. "And I told you to dodge it, you're just too slow."

Jungkook huffed, looking up at the older male from where he sat on the ground. It was kind of unnerving how quickly Jimin's demeanour could change. Just two hours ago he was laughing at the mere idea that Jimin was going to be the one to train him, but now..

Jimin stood over him, the early morning sun illuminating him from behind and causing his silver hair to glow. Under his white t-shirt, were biceps that Jungkook now knew could power an insane punch. His feet were firmly planted in the dirt, and his arms were crossed over his chest.

Jungkook gulped. It wasn't even that he had never been in a fight before, because he had been in his fair share of violent exchanges - but Jimin just seemed so far above him in this moment it was daunting.

He had never felt smaller.

"You didn't even give me a chance to react." He mumbled, hoisting himself up off of the ground and standing up once more. He watched as Jimin raised an eyebrow, the older male's gaze darting down to the blood that still dripped from Jungkook's lip.

"Nobody else will." He sighed. "Why should I train you to expect mercy?"

Jungkook paused for a moment, looking down at his own bruised hands, then to Jimin's. He couldn't help but think, after letting the older male's words sink in, how many people had Jimin killed?

He knew that every scar on Jimin's hands and body must have a story behind them, and Jungkook had to wonder if he truly had a grasp on what kind of lifestyle he was getting himself into.

"Do you have to do this often?" Jungkook asked, bringing his arm up to rub one of his shoulders. There was probably going to be a bruise there too. "Like last night, there was nobody there except me and you. What are the chances you actually have to fight someone when you do something like that?"

Jimin hummed, swiping a bead of sweat off of his forehead.

"The percentage really doesn't matter, Jungkook." He answered. "The moment there is even a one percent chance you could see someone, you should be prepared to fight. That's how you don't get caught off guard." Jimin met Jungkook's gaze. "Why do you think only one of us has had a gun to their head in the past few days?"

The older male cracked his knuckles, Jungkook just now noticing small tattoos that hid themselves on the insides of his fingers. "We are dealing with a lot of money, a lot of angry people, and the fucking police against us. Of course you need to know how to fight."

"I never said I didn't know how." Jungkook shrugged, not dwelling on all of the other information otherwise he would probably psych himself out.

Jimin laughed, making Jungkook frown. Apparently he was really good at being funny without trying.

"Then stop fucking around!" He chuckled, stepping back and steadying himself into a fighting stance once more. "If you know how to fight, then fight me! Prove me wrong!"

Jungkook watched as Jimin's fingers curled into fists again, his shoes tied tight as he dug his foot into the dirt. The brunette narrowed his eyes.

I could take him. He thought, and he was confident about that. If he really, really, put all of his effort into this he could probably beat Jimin - but just barely. "Get out of your head! You're wasting my time."

What happened first? Did Jimin lunge first, or did he? Jungkook honestly couldn't even recall, but now he found himself holding Jimin by the collar of his shirt as he knocked the older male onto the ground backwards.

Jimin coughed for a moment as his back hit the gravel, but gave himself no time to recover before he was grabbing at Jungkook's neck and kneeing him in the gut to get the younger male off of him. He watched as Jungkook fell to the side, the younger male gasping for air after the wind was knocked out of him.

And honestly, he expected it to end there.

"Fuck you." Jungkook struggled out, standing up slowly and watching as Jimin did the same. "Stop aiming for my stomach!" A new burst of energy allowed him to swing at Jimin again, this time landing a punch against Jimin's cheek - the older male's head whipping to the side.

"Stop tackling me first then!" Jimin replied, grabbing Jungkook's wrist and dodging a second punch. "Experience will always beat size in a fight."

"Yeah I don't believe that." Jungkook spat out, trying to free his wrist from Jimin's grip. The older male's lip was now split, blood dripping off of his chin. "I know I could beat you."

"You keep saying that!" Jimin laughed incredulously, "But I'm still here, so, you're wrong."

It was as if something Jungkook snapped. Maybe Jimin had made one too many jokes about him, or maybe he had knocked Jungkook down one too many times, because soon the younger male found himself stealing Jimin's own move from him. He kicked the older male's feet out from under his, sending them both back onto the ground due to Jimin's grip on his wrist. Jungkook landed on his with his full body weight, causing Jimin to wheeze.

He didn't even bother with any more cocky retorts before hitting Jimin this time, delivering hit after hit to the male beneath him and staining his knuckles red. He wasn't sure if Jimin was going easy on him, or if he really had caught him off guard.

It seemed like the section of his brain that produced rational thought had switched itself off, because for just a split second there he just didn't care. He just wanted to win. He wanted Jimin to admit to him that he wasn't the weak little kid he was being labelled as. Jungkook just wanted to make Jimin listen.

Finally, Jimin brought one hand up, and placed it on Jungkook's shoulder. The action was a gentle one, causing Jungkook to immediately halt his actions and stare down at the scene under him.

His eyes slowly widened as he blinked away a few stray tears, and his vision focused. It was then that Jungkook felt his heart stop.

Jimin's left side of his face was already swelling up, black and blue bruises surrounding his puffy eye. He slowly turned his head, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the ground next to him. The crimson hue stood out starkly against the bland grey gravel.

Jungkook heaved, breathing erratic as he stared down at his shaking hands. He observed the blood that coated them. The same blood was on his shirt, Jimin's shirt, and Jimin's face. It had most likely stemmed from his nose, because that was the bloodiest part about the older male.

He watched as Jimin poked his tongue out, licking off some of the blood that coated his swollen lip. The older male slowly opened his eyes, though he could barely do so with his left one due to the swelling that was already occurring. "Man," He sighed, his voice raspy and strained. "It doesn't happen often, so I sure do love when people prove me wrong."

Jungkook's eyes widened. The two of them hadn't moved an inch, Jungkook still straddling a battered and bruised Jimin on the ground, bloody hands still dripping onto his white t-shirt.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't." Jimin brought his hand up to shush Jungkook, sitting up a bit and resting on his elbows. "I told you to fight me, why are you apologizing?"

Jungkook shrugged, looking to the side.

"I don't know, look at yourself." He responded, Jimin bringing his hand up to gently press against the injuries on his face. The older male nodded, before looking at Jungkook with a confused expression.

"Exactly." He nodded. "You beat me. So why are you apologizing?"

It was kind of incredible to Jungkook that Jimin was already up and having a conversation with him after what had happened a few minutes before. He had a black eye, his bottom lip and left side of his face were swelling, and he kept periodically spitting blood on the ground. He had to be in a lot of pain right now. Jungkook knew for a fact that if he was in his position, he'd probably be crying (if not passed out).

Jimin didn't seem to care though, and didn't want Jungkook to either.

He couldn't help but keep staring at Jimin, even long after the older male had noticed.

Who really was he?

And what had Jungkook gotten himself into?

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a/n:
ooooh they fightin 👀👀

- Charlie :)