Your insides burned as Jimin swings your hand back and forth, his fingers intertwined with yours as the two of you stroll down the street.

Your eyes catch the same couples that had walked before you, and you smiled to yourself.

Now I know how it feels.

And I absolutely love it.

Jimin brings your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on it as you chuckle.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier."
He says, his expressions falling into guilt as you stare at him.

You bring his hand to your lips, doing the same thing.
"It's alright. Just don't accuse me of something you don't know ever again."

You make sure to get the point across instead of blatantly forgiving him, in fear he might take advantage of your kindness.

He nods, holding tighter onto your hand.
"The tournament is tomorrow. Are you ready?"

You exhale deeply, squinting your eyes at the morning sky.
"I've trained hard, so I know I won't fail."

I hope.

"Let's have a final session today. You and me, one on one. Alright?"
He says sternly and you nod, the tall building of the institution towering into your view, glinting in the rising sun.

You arrive at the entrance, and you clasp the sling of the bag over your shoulder with your free hand.

Your gaze falls to your connected hands, and you nibble on your inner cheek.

"Um, are you sure we should-"

"Yes."
He says, with no hesitation whatsoever.

You grimace internally, having never felt this way or done the same actions since high school.

Multiple office staff eye the two of you, and you were happy that the two of you were the first trainees to arrive at the institute.

Striding into the gym, you slowly pull your hand away from his, stretching awkwardly.

He throws a knowing glance your way, an amused smile playing across his face.

"It's funny seeing you like this."
He chimes, bouncing on his feet as you furrow your eyebrows at him.
"Like what?"

He shrugs innocently.
"Oh well... I've always seen the hard to get version of you, but now you're all Mrs. Shy and I love it."

Your eyes widen as your cheeks burn, no hesitation within you as you throw your gloves at him. He catches it swiftly, a soft giggle echoing from him.

You sigh, lowering your gaze while wrapping the cloth around your fists.

I haven't visited my brother since I started training for the tournament.

I don't want him to go back to the way he was, and neither do I want him to feel alone anymore.

I don't even want to think about Taehyung at this moment, I just might break down if I don't control myself.

Why can't he just be happy for me?

I get it, Jimin was a dick and still is, but he's a nicer dick now... literally and figuratively.

I love him, but not the way he wants me to. I can't.

"Earth to Y/N?"
The familiar sentence echoes through you as you're brought back to reality, realizing you're frozen.

"You've been frozen like for the past minute. Are you alright?"
Jimin says, a concerned look beginning to surface upon his features.

You look down at yourself, half frozen in the position of wrapping the cloth around your fists.

Flustered and confused, you nod your head, wrapping it hurriedly.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Totally fine."

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"
He says, his voice softer as he throws your gloves back at you.

You catch it, taking a deep breath before putting on a comforting smile.
"I know. I'm fine, Jimin."

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He stands with his hands resting on his hips, staring at you, his eyes searching for any sign of lies inside yours.

You feel vulnerable under his scrutinizing gaze before turning away, putting your gloves on.

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In a second, you feel his warm, strong arms encapsulate you from behind. His soft lips plant against your neck, slowly tracing up to jawline.

Your bite down on your lip, suppressing the heat that begins to build up in your abdomen.
"Jimin, n-not here."

He hums against your neck and you gasp, feeling his warm, wet tongue slide out, gliding all over your skin.

A stifled moan leaves your mouth as you try to push him away.
"Jimin!"

His thumb presses onto your lips, silencing you. You couldn't see his face since he was behind you, and decided to retort to your only other option.

Baring your teeth, you clamp down onto his thumb and he squeaks, pulling it away immediately as you turn around.
"I said, not here!"

His gaze turns dark as he tilts his head.
"Why not? The others will arrive here in an hour, and I'm pretty sure you wouldn't last that long."

He takes slow, seductive steps towards you, his shirt sliding off him, rearing his tense muscles that glistened with a layer of light sweat.

Oh god.

I want him so bad.

Trying to fight yourself, you squeeze your eyes shut.
"Jimin, someone might walk in and that's the end of the both of us!"

Your hair stands up on your skin when you hear his deep chuckle right next to your ear.
"I know you want it, baby. Don't fight it."

You feel his fingers travel down your abdomen, stopping at your throbbing core and that's when you lose it all.

Fuck it.

Snapping your eyes open, you slam your lips onto his, as his hand skillfully pulls your shirt off you without breaking the kiss.

Your tongues intertwine with a heated fury as your pushed to the wall, a breathy moan leaving your lips as you tilt your neck backwards, allowing him access to suck all over your skin.

He rips your bra off you, leaving you in nothing but your shorts.

Your eyes continually dart to the entrance as he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as you're slammed harshly into the boxing bag.

You hum in satisfaction, enjoying the aggressive behaviour he was putting on. You smile down at him, his hair ruffled as he stares up at you with adoration and lust swirling in those mysteriously enchanting orbs.

His tongue travels down your neck and breasts, working skillfully all the way down to your shorts.

In a swift move, your shorts and underwear fall to the floor as you hold on tight to him.

It was only then that you noticed he was completely naked too. You came to the conclusion that he must've done it while you were entranced in his kisses.

Holding you up against the boxing bag, he positions himself at your entrance before whispering.
"You ready?"

You nod, licking your lips before he rams himself inside you all in one go.

Your eyes widen at the sudden intrusion, controlling the loud moan from escaping your lips.

He smirks as your fingers run through his hair, harshly pulling at the roots so that he's looking up at you.

He continually pushes himself in and out of you, his strong arms hooked under your thighs as you connect your lips with his.

You moan into the kiss when he repeatedly hits your spot over and over and you gasp when his palm slaps against your ass cheek.

"S-someone might h-hear."
You say, struggling between moans as he sucks at your skin, increasing his pace before moving, placing you on the edge of the boxing ring.

Gripping onto the rubber ropes, you groan on all fours as he enters you once more from behind you, relentlessly thrusting in and out of you.

A low moan leaves his lips as his fingers grip onto your hair, harshly pulling your head backwards as his hand slides around your throat.

"Do you like that?"
He grunts huskily in your ears, his satoori beginning to surface.

You whimper when he slaps your ass cheek once more, pulling on your hair while he rams you against the ropes.
"Y-yes."

He slaps your ass cheek once more.
"Yes what?"

You moan when he increases his pace, pounding harder into you. His hand slams onto your ass cheek harder as you whimper.
"Yes what?"

"Y-yes daddy."
You splutter out, feeling yourself approaching your climax.

[A/N: BYE. JUST BYE, DON'T TALK TO ME EVER AGAIN.]

"Good."
He growls, his grip relaxing on your hair as you hold on to the ropes, your eyes squeezing shut at the unexplainable ball of pleasure beginning to grow inside you.

"J-Jimin-"
"Not yet."
He snaps, throwing his head back. Tired of always waiting for his permission, you purposefully clench yourself around him and his head snaps down to you immediately.

"You little slut."
His grip tightens on your hair as you clench tighter around him and an involuntary moan leaves him.

It sounded like music to your ears as you stay tight around him, releasing a cry when the ball of pleasure inside you explodes, and so does his.

Spilling himself inside you, your chest heaves, exhausted as your legs buckle under the weakness in them.

His hand arm immediately hooks around your waist, holding you up.

He pulls out with a deep, rumbling moan that sent shivers down your spine. You feel him lower himself down to you, his breath fanning against your ears from behind you.
"That was bold, baby. I like it."

You chuckle breathlessly, your hands shaking as it grips the ropes of the ring, pushing you up.

You stand for a few seconds before a tight soreness encapsulates your abdomen and your legs wobble, hurling you to the floor.

His arm hooks around you once more, holding you up as his face is inches away from yours, a triumphant smirk splayed across it.
"Damn. Was I too hard?"

Rolling your eyes, you push yourself away from him, stumbling to the boxing bag where your clothes lay scattered.

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"Hurry."
You say, putting on your inner wear.

You turn around to see Jimin already tugging on his shirt, now fully dressed.

You gawk at him.
"How?!"

He shrugs, running a hand through his now sweaty hair. An embarrassed heat burns your face as you grit your teeth, hunting around for your shirt.
"Where is it, Jimin?"

Clad in your bra and shorts, you gasp when a shadow approaches the blurred glass door. Jimin's eyes widen as the coach swings open the door.

You jump behind the boxing bag, your heart racing inside you.

Unknowing of anything, the coach freezes in his spot, his eyes darting between the two of you before pointing at your hiding figure.
"She's early, that's a first."

Jimin laughs extra loudly, slowly stepping in front of the boxing bag, blocking any further view of you.
"I made sure she was here to train for the tournament tomorrow! I don't want the star of my team losing to Jeon."

Your eyes widen when you see your black shirt thrown in the corner of the ring, right where the coach was standing outside.

He nods slowly.
"Hey Y/N."
You laugh awkwardly, pretending to land a few punches to the bag, peeping your head out.
"Hey coach!"

His gaze lingers between the two of you for a little longer before he turns around, grabbing his keys and strolling back out, throwing more glances your way.

Once he's completely out of sight, you dash to the ring, grabbing your shirt and slipping it on you.

You glare at Jimin.
"I'm never doing this again!"
He chuckles, amused.
"But you loved it."

Pinching his arm, he whines before placing another soft kiss to your lips while you shove your gloves on with a huff.

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You feel an irritating sting continually prick at you, when you see the familiar woman stride into the room with her team.

Her hair was braided as usual, and she threw sharp glances at you, Bora and Jimin. Bora steps back a little, tearing her gaze away from her intimidating elder sister.

The coach steps into the ring.
"Alright now, tomorrow is a big day, and I want to see what each of you have in store for me. I'll be pairing you with opponents from the opposite team for a match, and only the top four will make it into tomorrow's winner takes all round."

You clasp your sweaty hands, feeling Jimin's palm rub against the small of your back. Bora's eyes fall to his hand, her shoulders slumping as she stares up at you.

Tapping your shoulder, you look down at her, surprised.
"We need to talk after the match."
She says bluntly as you nod in hesitation.

The coach calls out numerous pairings, and your heart races when you hear your name.

"Y/N..."

Jimin's palm continues to soothe you as your nibble on your lower lip, nerves wiring all through your body.

"... and Shego."

Your shoulders slump, hearing the name.

Damn. I thought I'd get someone tougher to beat.

Your eyes meet the ones of Nari's that silently stare at you from the corner of the room, glancing between you and Jimin with a sinister look lingering beneath her gaze.

You stare back at her with the same look and she scoffs, shaking her head with a smirk plastered across her petite, milky face.

You knew that look. It was the same one she gave you when you were in the ring with her.

She has something up her sleeve, and I know it's far from good.

Tearing your gaze away from hers, you stroll to your boxing bag.

Jimin leans forward, whispering.
"Don't worry, baby. I know you can do it."

Holding back a smile, you place a small kiss to his cheek.
"I know. Shego's too easy to beat."

A stern expression befalls upon him, as he speaks.
"But don't underestimate her. You know she won't hesitate to pop that socket if she locks you."

You nod, taking deep breaths.

Okay. Avoid getting caught beneath her.

"Throw your punches, don't waste time hugging or holding. She'll force herself onto you, because that's her bait. Don't get caught on her hook."

Taking in every word Jimin was saying, you repeat it all in your head.

Push the bitch away if she forces a hold.

Use your knockouts against her. She can't throw punches for shit.

"Y/N and Shego, you're up!"

Your head snaps to the ring as you take your shirt off, now in your sports bra and shorts with your new pair of gloves adorning your fists.

Jimin puts in your mouth guard, throwing you smiles and encouraging looks the entire way.

You bounce, loosening your muscles as you step into the ring.

You crack your neck joints and fingers from side to side as you watch Shego step in.

Her hair was shaved at the sides, with the neon red in the center standing up in spikes. Her dark lipstick stood out against her green mouth guard as she smiles mockingly at you.

Boxing 101.

A poker face is what gets you right through your opponent.

Emotions show vulnerability.

Cold and hard on the outside, fire and violence brimming on the inside.

You talk to yourself in your mind, prepping yourself.

"You know the rules. Fair play, no bad language. Fight!"

Stepping forward, your gloves are placed high in front of you as protection.

Shego snickers, baring her mouth guard as she launches towards you, throwing a punch to your arm.

Shallow.

Holding back a laugh, you duck her second attempt and land a harsh blow to her abdomen.

She stumbles backwards, immediately bringing her gloves up. You could see the change in her expressions now.

She was angry. A deep frown was set upon her face as she lunges toward you, engulfing you in a hugging hold against the ropes.

"She'll force herself onto you. That's her bait."

You feel her leg hook around yours, ready to take you down.

Jimin nervously tapped his foot against the floor, completely anticipating her moves. With his hands folded and his eyes focused on the two, he yells over the other cheers.

"Remember what I told you, Y/N!"

Just as she was about to take you down, you smirk.

Let's reverse the roles, shall we?

Using her hook, you flip her over, lunging her to the floor.

Now that she was beneath you, she brings her gloves up to defend herself as you land ruthless punches to her body, loud grunts following each blow.

"Yes!"
Jimin yells, standing on his tiptoes to see every move.

Prying her hands apart, you land a blow to her jaw and she groans in frustration.

You suddenly find your head smacked upwards, and you squeeze your eyes shut and open them again, fighting the dizziness.

She had managed to give you a stunning uppercut but you shake your head vigorously, maintaining your hold on her.

She elbows you in the ribs and you seethe when she leans into your ears.

"You fucking wimp, I'm pretty sure you were as bad as this when you lost to Nari or heck, even worse! You're probably sucking your coach's dick instead!"

Your breath halts as you hear Jimin's voice echo in the background.
"Don't let her get into your head!"

You stare down at the snickering bitch of a woman below you, the familiar crimson red that had been popping up often, now beginning to cloud your vision.

Nobody can talk that way to me.

Nobody.

Putting all the remaining energy you have left in your body, you scream in rage, your fists pummeling her with no mercy as she tries her best to block them.

You feel her nose crack as you continue shouting with each punch, blowing harder hits to her already broken nose more and more.

Blood flows out from her nose, spreading all over your gloves, hands, and the floor beneath you as the coach immediately pulls you apart from her.

She lay unconscious on the floor as the coach holds your arm up, declaring your victory as you flex your muscles, screaming in victory around the ring as the other trainees chant your name.

You feel the crimson anger slowly beginning to fade away, leaving your body completely exhausted.

You stumble out of the ring, tripping on a step. You lunge forward, falling into Jimin's arms.

"Woah there! Slow down, missy."
He chimes, holding you up as you pant, heading to your boxing bag.

"That was amazing."
He complements you, a sweet smile on his face the entire time.
"I knew you could do it."

You give him an exhausted smile, chugging down the bottle of water.

You see Shego being guided out of the ring, and turned out she had regained consciousness a few seconds after you left the ring.

Jimin follows your gaze.
"What did she tell you?"
An annoyed, angry emotion builds up in your chest as you glare at her.

"She..."
Your mind begins to malfunction from the total mix of emotions tumbling inside you.
"She-... I didn't even-..."

His hand raises to your head, stroking your hair.
"Never mind."

"Well, that was a fight to watch!"
The coach shouts through the mic as everyone winces, covering their ears.
"Y/N, you are now part of the Top 4 that will face each other at the tournament tomorrow, congratulations and good luck!"

A small smile creeps up on your face when you see the appreciative and supportive expressions across everyone's faces as the room erupts in applause.

Its been a while since people have looked at me that way.

I almost forgot how it felt.

A joy dances inside you as your heart swells in delight, fighting yourself to prevent the tears of happiness from spilling out of your eyes.

You take a deep breath of relief, intertwining your fingers with Jimin's, as he nuzzles his nose against yours, and everyone starts to whistle.

The coach stares at the two of you, baffled as you laugh in embarassment.

Things are going better than expected.

Maybe it's getting too good to be true.