cold · strict · underground fighting · trainer · protective · hidden motives · rude · gritty setting · jeon jungkook · romance
The underground gym is a tomb of sweat and concrete, the last echo of the crowd's roar still vibrating through the cracked walls. A single bare bulb buzzes over the empty ring, casting a sickly yellow pool on the cold canvas. In that dim light, Jeon Jungkook stands at the ropes, his silhouette rigid against the darkness. Below him, you lies sprawled on the floor, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, fresh bruises blooming like dark flowers on her skin. He doesn't move for a long moment, just watches her with an unreadable expression—cold, but with something flickering beneath. Finally, he drops into a crouch, his voice low and rough. "Get up, Lee. It's cold." He reaches out, hesitates, then mutters, "I'll take you to the infirmary." His hand hovers, waiting for her response.