The night held them in a loving embraced. They were the darkness and all the life it held. Feared and forgotten warriors of old. Not good, not bad, but somewhere in the grey.
BTS X READER | based/ inspired of Ryan Kirks Nightblade trilogy. You DON'T...
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Combat training was her release. It didn't take long for her to become top of the class, even though she wasn't using her sense while fighting. She needed to avoid drawing attention the best she could. Being able to know what her opponents' was about to do move before even they did would do the exact opposite. She enjoyed being able to throw around the older students on sheer strength alone. Hope had its technique. It emphasised circular movements in both attack and defence, (y/n) found the movement very natural, but she much preferred her old combat technique. She found out after trying it that it was much more effective. One of the other students noticed this and told her to one of the monks.
(y/n) was left with extra chores for a week and new hate towards the sore loser. Chores were tough. It was gruelling, repetitive and soul-crushing. It was surprising how much there was to do in the small fenced grounds. With every sweep and brush, the desire to kill the snitch became a growing problem.
The worst part of living there was Hyuk. She didn't have any strong feeling toward the other monks, they tolerated her, and she endured them back. But ever since she came, Hyuk had taken an interest in her. Every day there were a series of classes taught by the monks. Even though he never taught anything, he was always looking over her shoulder.
It irritated the hell out of her. She brought it up with Jihye, but she just said it was her imagination and that most people were going through the same thing.
One day in training, Hyuk had jabbed her with his pole, this happened regularly to everyone, but she couldn't help but notice that it happens to her most. It sent her off balance, just in time for her to receive a foot to the ribs from an older, stronger boy. It took the breath from her lungs as she stumbled back to her feet. She didn't know if it was the look of satisfaction her the older males face or her patience with the monk had finally snapped, but (y/n) swore that she would never let him sneak up on her again.
The fight continued. It was becoming increasingly difficult for (y/n) to split her attention between the two males. Hyuk was circling the perimeter of the practice area. All the while, her opponent was serving a myriad of blows. It was clear she wouldn't be able to keep track of
both.
The boy was an immediate threat, so she was forced to pay more attention to him.
Then it happened much against her will. She could feel Hyuk staff going for her spine once again. The world slowed down everything cleared (y/n) knew exactly where the stick was and where it was about to go, targeted towards her lower back with a frustrating amount of accuracy. In front of her was the boy. He had seemed the opportunity and was charging straight to her with all his weight behind his fist. He was committing everything to this punch.
It came to her naturally. The months of training with Namjoon, Junkook and Yoongi had prepared her for it. She pivoted on her heel, grabbed hold of the poll and pushed it down to the side. All while she seized her oppositions fist and brought his centre of gravity down, throwing him to the side like a sack of vegetables. She quickly rotated again. This time, she took the staff with both hands and pushed it into Hyuks chest. It also sent him off balance, surprised by the counter-attack. (y/n) flick the staff and jabbed the end into the source faced man's neck.
