Vigilante | knj • jjk • kth

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| Chapter Thirty-one |
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The NIS building reflected the haze of the afternoon skies. The room was silent even with their threat-inducing glares to one another. Seokjin was a deep sleeper, half-surprisingly, and the two was still sparring as if they were the only ones in the studio. Heavy punches kept going.

"You fight good but you still piss me off." Jungkook spat coldly and delivered a roundhouse kick, one that Namjoon blocked easily with his arms and he proceeded to effortlessly blow a double-kick at the same spot — it threw him off how the man was way too quick to block it too, "I wanted to ask:" he hissed tensely as they both fought hand-to-hand, both pushed back or backed themselves away for evading, then striking in front again. It went back and forth, "why did you, your chief and that weasel Ju Jihoon do nothing?" he still remembered vividly the day a high schooler-looking agent crouched to his level with his useless lip service, "Useless. You guys were so fucking useless and unhelpful. And I'm sugarcoating this, even."

Namjoon looked calm as he counterattacked and kneed him from the side, causing the vigilante to cough aloud and instinctively pull himself away.

"I don't have an excuse." he said, his eyes serenely returning Jungkook's stiletto-sharp yet calm gaze, "I don't know about my late chief director but —"

"My 'prejudice' toward the NIS would be engraved from how it looks like right now. Right, your boss definitely had secrets." Jungkook clutched his left side, boots skidding against the floor and hissing under his breath. Thirty minutes have passed since they started sparring and both of them haven't dropped to the floor even once, stubborn and stiff. He inhaled and exhaled to calm himself down; Namjoon found it pretty neat but he already knew that the vigilante was inhumanely good at keeping his fangs and raw hostility hidden. "But whatever. We're here to spar."

"Good thing though Namjoon-ssi, you shouldn't get easily provoked especially when you're up against a cocky rival like me."

"Spar?" Namjoon hummed, his tone low. Again, they lunged at one another and faced one another fiercely in the middle — "It doesn't seem like you see this as a spar but okay."