Throwing a piece of popcorn into your mouth, you sigh as the movie on the TV continues with your brother snoring beside you.

Pushing his shoulder, he snorts, waking up and turns to you with hooded eyes.
It was the most innocent version of him you had seen and it reminded you of how he used to be when the both of you were younger.

Used to be..

The innocent look on his face vanished as soon as his mind comprehends what happened and it's replaced by frustration as he yells.

"Why the fuck did you wake me up?"
"You wanted to watch this movie, idiot!"
You yell back, leaning into his face. Backing up, he yells back.
"I don't want to anymore!"
"Then you could have fucking told me!"

The two of you continued yelling back and forth until the subject of the argument completely changed into the pettiest of things.

"You didn't wash the dishes yesterday, so it's your turn today!"
You yell, following him as he decides to retreat to his room.
"And you didn't do the laundry yesterday, so why don't you go do that?!"
He turns around, yelling into your face.

The two of you go silent as the wheels in your head turn, thinking for a comeback line.
"Well- you... YOU..."
Jungkook stutters and yells before stomping into his room, slamming the door shut.

Without thinking twice, you walk up to his door and yell,
"Well, fine! Go jerk off to pictures of your ex in there!"

And in that moment, you knew... You fucked up.

The door opens, revealing a fuming Jungkook. With widened eyes, you scream and take off down the hall, jumping over the sofa and other furniture. Looking over your shoulder, you see him on your tail and you yell,

"I'M SORRY, OK?"

You whine, as you stop at the end of the dining table and he appears on the other side. He runs to the right side and you go the other way. He goes to the left side and you do the same thing.

"Come on man, I got a life ahead of me!"
You say and he shakes his head, panting.
"I hope you've said your prayers and good-byes." He growls in a low, sinister voice.

Part of you enjoyed this because it had been a long time since the two of you were this goofy. All he ever did was come back home, shower and stay in his room for the rest of the day.

This, this was a rare moment you've always wanted to have with him. This is how it was when you were kids. He was your knight in shining armour and he was always there for you. Until one day, it all stopped. You never thought it would come to that, but it did.

Snapping back to reality when Jungkook crawls under the table, you turn to run but it's too late. The tight grip around your ankles pulls you down like a magnet as you hit the floor, screaming like in a horror movie and clawing at the carpeted floor as he drags you towards him.

You turn so you're on your back and hold your hands up, covering your face as he tries to pull apart your hands.
You scream and your heart stops when you hear a sound that you haven't heard from him in so long.

He.. he laughed..

Halting your struggling, you look at him to see a smile adorning his face as his upper lip disappears in his smile.
It soon fades when he sees the way you're looking at him and he clears his throat, removing his grip from your hands and lifting himself off the floor.

You furrow your eyebrows as the feeling of cold and absence takes the place of where his hands once were.
"Kook-"
"We.. we have an early start tomorrow. Better get some sleep now."
He says softly and you watch him walk away, retreating into his room, flinching when he slams the door shut.

Running a hand through your hair, you grip at its roots and get up off the floor, trudging to your room. Stopping outside his room, you lower your gaze and press your ear to the door.

Silence.

Sighing, you open the door to your room right beside his and close the door silently.

*~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~*

Stepping out of the car, you glance at your elder brother who's robotic, emotionless face seemed to be on display again. It was a huge contrast to the joy you saw that lit up his face yesterday.

Speeding up so you're walking next to him, your gaze is fixed ahead of you as you say,
"Look.. about yesterday.."
"There's nothing to talk about."
He says bluntly, pushing open the glass door of the gym.
Stinging pain grows in your chest as you open your mouth to reply.

"But-"
"Jeon Jungkook!!"
Five men run to him, enveloping him in their arms as his eyes widen in shock. You furrow your eyebrows.

I don't recall him having any-

Your eyes widen and you gasp when you realize who the men were.
"Oh my god.."
The ebony haired man covered his mouth when he saw you and it attracted the others attention to you.

You run over to them, hugging them tightly as they laugh and giggle.
"Guys!! You didn't tell me you were coming to Seoul!"
You exclaim as your eyes scan each of your childhood friends.

"Namjoon, I swear to god that your head will hit the ceiling one day." You say, staring up at how tall he had become.
He laughs, revealing his dimples that softened his chiseled face.
The last time you saw them was in high school, and for college everyone went their seperate ways.

You stared in awe at them because you could see how they've blossomed into perfect young men compared to what they were in their teenage days.
You turned to look at Jungkook and his expression bewildered you.

He still had on a serious face and one would expect a brighter welcome to childhood friends they hadn't seen in years.
Nervously laughing, Jin, the eldest of us, patted Jungkook's shoulder.

"So goldie, how's it been?"
"I can't believe you still remember that name."
Jungkook mutters as his lips tug upwards lightly before falling back down.
"Of course! How could we ever forget that.."
Taehyung's silky baritone followed by Hobi's hysterical laughter brings a smile to my face.

Of course, one could never forget the contagious laugh that Hobi could spread in a second, so we did our best not to end up on the floor with him.
A mischievous glint sparks in your eyes as you move Hobi aside, revealing the short mint haired man that seemed half asleep.

You wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him in for a hug as he chuckles, patting your back. He seemed like a warm teddy bear that you never wanted to let go of. You pulled away as his gummy smile (a rare event) was on display as the others giggled because they knew that Yoongi had a soft spot for you.

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, saying,
"It's great that you guys are here.. but how did you know where-"
"Please, we watch you guys on TV everytime and it's a worldwide fact that you train here." Taehyung says, holding a hand up.

An annoying familiar voice interrupts your gathering making you groan.
"Ok, family reunion time is over!"
The coach yells, walking over to us. He turns to Jungkook and says,
"You better get to training, young man. You have a fight coming up this weekend and we can't have you losing your title like your sister.."

And just like that, your good mood plummets into the dust.
Yoongi frowns, stepping in front of you.
"Hey-"
Grabbing his wrist, he looks at you in confusion.
You shake your head, letting him know that it's no use trying to knock sense into anyone around here. With a sigh, he retreats back to the others and the coach speaks up.

"Since you five have been granted visiting passes, you'll be handed over to our guide who will show you around the center."
They bow, giving Jungkook and I one last longing look before exiting through the glass door.

Jungkook and I go our separate ways, commencing our usual training. It's not long before my practice is interrupted by a nosy neighbour.

"So.. who were they?"
A familiar face peeps from the other side of your boxing bag.
Ignoring the person, you continue punching the bag until you couldn't take it anymore.
"I just might punch you too, Jimin."
You spit out and he walks up to you with his hands tucked behind his back.

"Were they your fuck buddies?"
He blatantly asks, as though the sentence he just let out was completely normal.
Scrunching your nose in disgust, you shake your head, squinting your eyes.
"What made you think of that? Perv.."
You say, turning your back on him, now landing slow and irregular punches to the bag.

He shrugs, replying,
"So, who were they?"
"Why do you need to know? Why are you even here?"
"I said I'd see you tomorrow, so here I am."
You groan, giving up all hopes of focusing on training with him beside you.
"They're my childhood friends. Happy?"

He sits down on the edge of the bass of the ring, tilting his head to the side as his eyes travel your body.
You scoff in disbelief, putting your shirt on immediately.
"Excuse me sir, have a little self respect!"
"Well, that's the thing. I don't have any."
He says, giggling.

"You're fucking psychotic, you need therapy."
You say, rolling your eyes and strolling to the juicer.
He follows you, leaning on the juicer machine with his hands shoved in his pockets.

You roll your eyes, knowing his intentions.
"Are you expecting me to buy you one?"
He smiles as his soft cheeks push his eyes up into crescents.
"You know me so well already."
Pushing two coins in, you hand him the cup of coffee as you chugged down the watermelon juice.

His happy demeanor vanishes as he gazes down into the swirling cup of hot coffee.
"What the fuck? I never asked for-"
"The thing is, you never told me what you wanted, so I figured you'd want coffee.."
You say with a wink, throwing the paper cup into the bin as you walk away triumphant leaving a fuming Jimin and cup of coffee scattered over the floor.

*~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~*

You eye the coach as he steps into the ring with a mic.
"Ok, everyone listen here!"
He yells into the mic as everyone covers their ears.

Loser.

"Sorry.."
He says sheepishly as you roll your eyes.
"So, one of our newest assignments will be put into place."
You and a bunch of other people turn away, knowing that this stuff will be for the champions of the center only.
But what he says next draws everyone's attention back to him.

"But this time, it's a little different.."
You furrow your eyebrows, wondering what he could possibly mean.

"This time, our champions will be your coaches."
The whole gym goes quiet for a few seconds before bursting out into laughter.
The coach is left dumbfounded as he yells into the mic, turning everyone's laughter into screams as they cover their ears.

"I'm serious about this! Our two prized possessions."

Oh shit..

"Jeon Jungkook."

Holy fuck..

"And Park Jimin.."

May our souls rest in peace..

"Will choose their trainees and will be their coach for two months-"
The coach is cut off by the gasps and groans, whispers and murmurs by the trainees but they brace themselves as the coach yells into the mic again.

"For TWO MONTHS, and the team with the most successful outcomes gets to cash in on 1 million Won."
That's all it took for everyone to volunteer for this assignment and I was dumbfounded at the cash bomb.

A million Won? That's fucking crazy!

"This is being sponsored by the training center and..."
Everyone braces themselves for what's about to come and what he says next knocks the wind out of my lungs.

"The UFC."
Everyone was dumbstruck as the thuds of their jaws and eyes dropping onto the floor could be heard. You could say this was the calm before the storm.

Snap.

The room was filled with screams of joy and shock, people shaking each other and people hugging each other, some people that had blended into the floor while some people sat in corners of the room, contemplating their life choices.

You just stood there shocked as my eyes travelled to your brother who was just as shocked as you were.

"Ok, ok calm down.."
The coach says but it's not enough to stop the raging animals inside the room.
"CALM DOWN!"
He yells into the mic and everyone groans for the millionth time, immediately disregarding their crying friends.

"Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook, please come up!"
The two shocked boys entered the ring and the coach continues, pulling out a coin from his pocket.
"Ok, each of you get to pick 10 trainees - 5 male, 5 female. Head or Tail?"
He looks at them expectantly.

"Um.. Heads."
Jungkook says, implying that Jimin will be left with the Tail.
Throwing the coin into the air, you cross your fingers, hoping your brother would win and choose you before that scum of the earth Jimin does.

Slamming the coin onto the back of his palm, the coach turns to the person who goes first, and you feel your stomach drop to the floor.
"Ok Jimin, go first."
Stepping forward with a smirk on his face, his eyes scan the crowd, searching for a special someone.

Slinking behind your boxing bag, you clamp down on your lower lip, hoping he wouldn't see or remember you.
All your hopes are shattered to the ground as he clears his throat, speaking into the mic.

"Jeon Y/N, I can see you. I choose you as my first trainee."

This truly is my nightmare come true.

A/N : Please tell me how the story is going and what you think of it! It's the first time I'm writing a story with this theme so please do overlook any errors 💜💖 love u guys 🙌

Stay hoes ✨,
Kim 🔥