⇥ underdog || v-hit / how to fight

ch ³|| trending

after making sure her apartment was ready and organized with her belongings, ( y/n ) sat in the living room, her fingers dialing qurie's contact number onto her phone screen.

the call rang a few times before the said male picked up, "hello?" his voice sounded like he had just woken up.

"it's me, ( y/n ). i need you to find information on onepunchtv." the girl spoke sternly, not bothering to sound polite as she patiently awaited an answer.

on the other line, qurie was fuming, an irk mark on his forehead while his jaw was tightly clenched. "..( y/n ). you do know it's four in the morning here, right?"

if there was one thing qurie hated the most, it was being woken up early in the morning, especially when it wasn't even past 6am.

"is that so? well, i'm sorry but this is urgent." the girl half-assed apologise, pissing the multi-colored haired male more than she should have.

however, the male decided to leave it be, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips.

sounds of bed sheets shuffling was heard on qurie's line, the sound of a slight click following right after. not a single word was said on either lines as the only sound was fingers violently tapping against keyboard keys.

"by the way, how did you get your ass on trending?" the male suddenly spoke, the keyboard tapping on his line continuing.

"what? i didn't do anything today or yesterday though?" ( y/n ) answered, a confused tone to her voice. she tried to recall any events where she did anything dumb, but nothing could pop up in her mind.

qurie heartily laughed before a yawn almost choked him. "dumbass. how to fight recorded you and you blocked his calf-kick. i bet your ass is getting targeted by now!" the male laughed again, his hand slapping his bare thighs.

( y/n ) took a second to process her friend's words before finally recalling the time when the two teenagers suddenly came after her. "oh." was all that left her lips, a small chuckle following after.

although it was a problem she was recorded, she was confident that when someone were to target her, she'd easily beat them.

"anyways, they hide their information pretty well. there are two people operating on the channel -obviously- and most likely siblings from their history together. the camera man was jailed due to assaulting his father and was pardoned for good-behavior." qurie spoke, the tapping becoming less aggressive, the tone of his voice slowly mixing with interest as a hum left his lips.

'he was sentenced, huh. he might be dangerous, i should be more cautious when i see him.' the girl nodded, but followed it with a hum once she remembered nods could not be seen through a phone call. "send me a pic of the camera man, i've only seen the girl."

"yes ma'am~" qurie hummed out, downloading an image of the male and sent it to his acquaintance's number. "and i thought you should take note of this too, but i doubt you care. the girl and the cameraman are both infighters." the male added to his information, a grin spreading to his lips.

he was aware that one of the siblings was, in fact, not an infighter, but he wanted to test his dear friend's ability to adjust to a fight.

"got it, thanks." ( y/n ) hurriedly spoke before ending the call, a ring following on qurie's side as he groaned.

meanwhile, ( y/n ) eagerly accepted the call from rumi, an unknowing smile etched on her face. "hello?"

"( y/n )? is this you?" the yellow haired teenager spoke from the other line, sounding like she was chewing on food.