Your eyes peel open, as a feeling of exhaustion weighs down on your limbs.

I just wanna sleep.

You let out a muffled whine when a soreness lingers on your chest and arms from all the activities and emotions you had been going through for the past few days.

"Still tired?"

A silky voice whispers in your ear, as his heavy arm lays on your stomach, drawing circles with his fingers on your skin.

You nod, your heart warming up when your eyes meet his puffy hooded ones, with his hair poking out in every angle possible and a glowy pink tint encapsulating his lips and cheeks.

You let out a groan and a sigh, your eyes forcefully closing shut as you lean into his chest. A shiver runs down your spine when his deep chuckle reverberates through your ears, a hand stroking your hair gently.

"You've been doing too much, hmm? But your tournament is tomorrow, baby."

"Oh yeah..."

You mutter, squeezing your eyes shut before attempting to push yourself up out of bed.

Instead, you're cut off when a heavy hand on your abdomen pushes you back down into the soft sheets.

"We can train in the afternoon. Sleep now."

However, as you sink into Jimin's warm embrace, uneasiness and worry begins to take over your mind.

Is Taehyung okay? Would he have downed another bottle of alcohol that night?

I really want to go back to his place and check on him. After all, he means the world to me and more.

"What is it?"
You snap out of your thoughts, your eyes opening immediately when you hear Jimin's voice.

"Huh?"
You ask, trying to conceal your expressions.
"You frown in your sleep only when you're thinking hard about something, Y/N."

A small smile creeps up onto your face.
"How often do you watch me in my sleep?"
"Every night and morning I'm next to you."
"Creep."

He smiles, his finger caressing your jawline before his face sets in a deep frown.
"Now tell me."
You nibble on your lower lip.

I don't want him and Taehyung involved with each other anymore. It only brings more pain and conflict in each of them.

"I'm just... thinking about the tournament."
Your gaze snaps away from his sharp one, tracing invisible drawings on his chiseled chest.

He's silent for a moment, his scrutinizing gaze piercing a hole right through you before his chest deflates in a deep sigh.
"Alright."

He rolls over, swinging his legs out the bed. You lift your head up, a frown etched on your features.
"Where are you going?"
"Breakfast. I'm hungry."

You would've loved to take in the view of the naked man rummaging through his closet, but you fall back into the sheets, your muscles aching from exhaustion.

"I'll bring some up for you."
He presses his lips to your forehead before walking out the door, slamming it shut.

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"Out of all the people, it had to be him!"
Jungkook paces around the room in agitation.

"Tell me about it."
Taehyung scoffs, his arms folding in front of his chest.

"Why did you even allow that to happen? I thought you liked her more than a friend."
Jungkook throws his hands in the air, leaning on the windowsill.

Poking his tongue in his cheek, Taehyung's eyes dart up to Jungkook.
"You think I haven't fucking tried? I love her, but she isn't admitting her love for me! I know she does, I see it in her eyes every time!"

Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose as Taehyung snaps back again.
"Why are you so fucking upset about it anyways?"
"Because my parents will never give them their blessings if they decide to take things further, and neither will I. Jimin is one of the lowest scumbags I've seen in my entire life, and he's bribed so many judges to win matches over me."
Jungkook shoots him a dangerous glare, his fists clenching as he speaks.

"Bribed?"
Taehyung asks, confused.
Jungkook rolls his eyes.
"Listen to me. What I'm about to tell you is something you must never tell my sister, alright?"

Taehyung nods, now sitting up straight. Jungkook runs a frustrated hand through his hair, the other falling to rest on his hip.
"Jimin was Nari's role model."

"What?!"

"Yeah, they didn't train in the same facility, but she watched all of his matches and thought the world of him. One day, when he was leaving the institute, she pulled him aside and begged him to train her for three days only as she had an important match."

Putting two and two together, Taehyung's eyes slowly widen as he leans back into the couch.
"The match between her and... Y/N. How do you even know all this?"

"Nari's sister, the one Jimin picked up from the garbage. She was a dirty little bitch that would do anything for quick money."

Taehyung's eyes shoot wide open, when he jumps up from the sofa.
"Y-You mean... She gave you..."

"Yeah, she gave me head once. Ok, once! And she blurted it all out. With Jimin, seeing that Y/N was my sister, he had bribed the judges in advance for Nari to win the match but things obviously took another turn."

"What a fucking dick!"
Taehyung yells, his hand raising to punch anything around him before a hand snaps up to catch his wrist.

Jungkook smirks a little, tilting his head.
"Save that for later. You'll be needing it."

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"Why is there no food, Bora?"
Jimin snaps, slamming the empty cabinets shut harshly.
"Don't take that tone with me, you twat. You're the one hogging everything in this house!"
Bora yells back as Jimin walks past her in frustration.

"I'll be back with some ramen."
He mumbles, and before she could reply, the front door is slammed shut in her face. Her face goes red as anger shoots up her body.
"Prick!"

Jimin stuffs his hands into his pockets, strolling down the streets, his eyes occasionally darting for the usual thugs hanging around here and there.

He nods at some of the men sitting on their porch, the evident smell of weed wafting through the area.
"Jimin! Want one?"
One of the men offer, holding up a cigarette.

Jimin curls his index and middle finger a little, before swiftly catching the cigarette and lighter, throwing the lighter back to them.

His eyes close shut in satisfaction as the smoke dances into his lungs and out his nostrils, before sucking in again.

However, his fists are raised in a reflex when he's abruptly grabbed by the collar and pulled into an alleyway.

Swinging it down to the person, his breath hitches when his fist stops inches away from the person's face. Instantly shoving himself away from her, he tears his eyes away from the icy ones that travel his body with a sinister spark.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

She smiles, slowly walking over to him as he backs up against the wall. She hums, her index finger gliding up his chest before booping him on the nose.

"This seems like a very similar situation Jimin, don't you think?"