Precious Gems | JiKook

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"Fuck! Jimin!"

Jungkook spat out a mixture of saliva and blood, sitting on the ground in the dirt while he cradled his already bruising face. He barely even remembered being punched, just being knocked off of his feet and into the dirt. He and Jimin were currently in a gravel parking lot that Jimin had called a 'safe zone' and Jungkook was slowly beginning to realize that he may be in a bit over his head.

"That's 'Hyung' to you." Jimin shrugged, wiping off his fist on his sweatpants. He had long discarded his black hoodie, leaving him in a light white t-shirt that didn't hinder his movements. "And I told you to dodge it, you're just too slow."

Jungkook huffed, looking up at the older male from where he sat on the ground. It was kind of unnerving how quickly Jimin's demeanour could change. Just two hours ago he was laughing at the mere idea that Jimin was going to be the one to train him, but now..

Jimin stood over him, the early morning sun illuminating him from behind and causing his silver hair to glow. Under his white t-shirt, were biceps that Jungkook now knew could power an insane punch. His feet were firmly planted in the dirt, and his arms were crossed over his chest.

Jungkook gulped. It wasn't even that he had never been in a fight before, because he had been in his fair share of violent exchanges - but Jimin just seemed so far above him in this moment it was daunting.

He had never felt smaller.

"You didn't even give me a chance to react." He mumbled, hoisting himself up off of the ground and standing up once more. He watched as Jimin raised an eyebrow, the older male's gaze darting down to the blood that still dripped from Jungkook's lip.

"Nobody else will." He sighed. "Why should I train you to expect mercy?"

Jungkook paused for a moment, looking down at his own bruised hands, then to Jimin's. He couldn't help but think, after letting the older male's words sink in, how many people had Jimin killed?

He knew that every scar on Jimin's hands and body must have a story behind them, and Jungkook had to wonder if he truly had a grasp on what kind of lifestyle he was getting himself into.

"Do you have to do this often?" Jungkook asked, bringing his arm up to rub one of his shoulders. There was probably going to be a bruise there too. "Like last night, there was nobody there except me and you. What are the chances you actually have to fight someone when you do something like that?"

Jimin hummed, swiping a bead of sweat off of his forehead.

"The percentage really doesn't matter, Jungkook." He answered. "The moment there is even a one percent chance you could see someone, you should be prepared to fight. That's how you don't get caught off guard." Jimin met Jungkook's gaze. "Why do you think only one of us has had a gun to their head in the past few days?"

The older male cracked his knuckles, Jungkook just now noticing small tattoos that hid themselves on the insides of his fingers. "We are dealing with a lot of money, a lot of angry people, and the fucking police against us. Of course you need to know how to fight."

"I never said I didn't know how." Jungkook shrugged, not dwelling on all of the other information otherwise he would probably psych himself out.

Jimin laughed, making Jungkook frown. Apparently he was really good at being funny without trying.

"Then stop fucking around!" He chuckled, stepping back and steadying himself into a fighting stance once more. "If you know how to fight, then fight me! Prove me wrong!"