Enamored

- Chapter 13 -

Everything went well, and although the makeover wasn't too drastic. From far there's no way any of the guys would recognize me.

I definitely owed Nari my life, especially after she snuck into her bosses office to got me an entrance ticket to the tournament. Which of course she didn't need to do, I would have found a way to get in there, but it did help a ton.

She has no idea just how much she has made this so much easier.

I also thanked my judgment for being so good and pointing out such an amazing human being like her. I made sure to hug her. We also made sure to exchange phone numbers, I promised to give her the full story one of these days when she's free.

I got past Cam, who, by the way, stared at me like I was lost. I had to give him the.

"Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean this doesn't interest me." He fought for his life to clear up the misunderstanding of his words. I could care less but I felt pride for making him so small and insecure.

I walked down the hall, the same one where Jungkook had pulled me into a locker room.

I checked my ticket which Cam so excitedly checked. I kept walking until the talking became louder and I was now surrounded by a bunch of people. Many of them looked rich. Of course they were.

Rich people always find something stupid to waste their money on. I wanna watch them get out into the ring. Bet they wouldn't have as much fun.

A12. That's my seat.

There were already two men fighting. The crowd of people yelling and screaming. Some encouraging and other discouraging the fighters.

I found my seat and of course Nari came through again. She got me a seat that would be easy to get to, would have a good view, and would make it easy to run.

I can't help the way my heart beats against my chest at the feeling of getting caught.

I scan the room hoping to see a familiar face or something. I do.

I see my uncle and the rest of the guys,expect my dad and Jungkook, sitting across from me, the whole ring being in the middle of us.

I know they won't recognize me, but I still lower my head a bit.

I'm guessing Jungkook is fighting soon so my dad is having a nice talk with him.

My heart breaks watching the two men fighting for their lives. One definitely 20 years younger than the other.

Everyone seems to be cheering for him. Meaning he's popular, but not only that...he's good. He looks like he finds no remorse in beating up the older man in front of him.

He throws a punch right below the guys jaw. I swear one of the guys teeth was lunched right in front of my feet. I almost gag at the blood that is thrown up.
The older man collapsing onto the floor right after.

And that's it. The bell dings signaling the winner being the younger guy who only smirks and spits at the man on the floor.

I've only just seen him, yet I already don't like this guy.

The crowd goes crazy, people chanting his name.

"Max!! Max!!"

I gulp when our eyes meet. He sends me the most disgusting smirk I've ever seen in my life, blood running down the side of his lip. At least the older guy beat him up a bit. Or else I would have gotten up there and done it myself.

Something about this guys is off. He's not ugly but his personality definitely does the trick.

"Next up! Doyoung versus Jungkook." My heart drops down to my ass at the sound of his name.