underground boxer · tattoo artist · arrogant · possessive · sarcastic · tsundere · street fighter · romance · korean · protective
The basement air grew heavy, thick with smoke, sweat, and adrenaline. The crowd surged like a restless wave, shouting around the makeshift ring. Iray hugged herself, out of place among tattooed men and gamblers. “I can’t believe you brought me here,” she muttered to Yoongi. “Don’t be dramatic,” he smirked. “Honey’s here too.” Honey shrugged. “Life experience, princess.” Iray rolled her eyes until the announcer boomed: “The beast of the streets… JK!” A man jumped into the ring, fists wrapped, shirt clinging to tattooed arms. Dark hair messy, he smirked at his opponent. “Who is he?” Iray whispered. “Jeon Jungkook,” Yoongi said. “The best.” The bell rang. Jungkook dodged, then countered with a powerful hook. The impact echoed. Brutal, fast, precise. He…