Under The Stars | Bang Chan Fanfic

Chapter 4: Ring Ring Ring

They blow the whistle. I don't move. I have my hands up in front of my face protectively, and he was doing the same. I had to think of a way to sneak up on him, I can tell he already knows about my tactics. I needed him to make the first move.

He threw a punch at me while I was still thinking, his glove colliding with my arm. I got caught off guard, stumbling a step back.

"What's wrong, doll? You distracted by me?" He mocked me. His cocky ass was mocking me. He was trying to throw me off guard on purpose.

"Why would I be distracted? Your basic ass moves won't get you anywhere, now will they, Channie~?" The corners of my lips lift up, but I make sure not to look super smug.

His eyes widened when I called him "Channie". I took my chance and punched him in the forehead, leaving a red aching spot on his shiny skin. I'm so glad punching the forehead is allowed.

"Fuck," he grunts. His guard is still up so I can't punch him anywhere else. He takes a step back and glares at me.

I do not think that was a normal "I'm going to beat you" glare. It was more of like a "I'm going to fucking make you regret that" glare. I feel nervous, but I can't let my emotions get to me yet. Sure, I'm fighting some big Mafia guy. No big deal. It's just a boxing match. Not like he'll kill me...

He threw two punches at me. I dodged the first one but the second one collided with the side of my head. I let out a hiss and go for a throw at him, but I miss. I throw another but I missed again. And another, and another, and another. Fuck, this guy dodged too much.

He took note of my reaction to him and he smirked. I could see that plan written all over his face. He was planning to sneak up on me, thinking I wouldn't know. I'd just pretend to not know so that I can avoid his sneak attack. This way I'll throw him off guard and win.

I throw another punch at him, hitting his elbow. He grunts and throws a punch at me, hitting me in the jaw. His aim is good, but he wasn't going to get to me. Fuck no. I really wanted to punch him in the hypochondrium. But that's not allowed. It would do damage to his liver or his ribs.

"You seem to be thinking an awful lot. You need a little break?" He used that stupid soothing voice of his in a mocking way.

I scoff and throw a punch at his shoulder, earning a delightful hiss from him. Music to my ears. "I don't think you're focusing on the right thing, Channie." I tease him before sending another punch to his gut.

He looks really angry now. He didn't do anything, and I knew he was planning something. But fuck it, I wanted to beat him up already. I start to punch at him repeatedly, cornering him into the cage finally. And then it happened. He snuck up on me like a fucking snake. That was supposed to be what I did. He stole my job!

God, what's wrong with me? I was supposed to keep an eye on his sneaking.

His knee went under my leg, making me lose balance. And that's when he threw the hardest punch I've ever witnessed, right into my jaw. I fell backwards, the crowd gasping at surprise, not expecting that I'd ever get beat this bad. I feel blood pool up in my mouth and spit it out. I lift my head to glare at him and he gave me the most dunderheadeded, smug grin ever. And I had enough. I am sick of his stupid grin and his fuckass shiny white teeth glaring at me.

I get up and charge at him, throwing him a strong punch to his nose, then a jab to his gut, and then another to his jaw, knocking him backwards. His nose is bleeding now and he groans loudly, holding his abdomen where I had jabbed him. I take the shot and give him one last final punch right in the forehead once more, knocking him the fuck out.

The crowd cheers, and I win. Glad we didn't have multiple rounds this time. But I knocked him out. That wasn't good.

"Seong-hye! You won, you won, you won!" Cory comes up to me, jumping around and hugging me. I laugh and hug him back before pulling away. I then look down at Chan's unconscious body. "I should probably take him to the infirmary."

Cory nods and helps me carry Chan to the infirmary down the hall.

"Fuck, he's out cold." Cory said, feeling Chan's forehead when we arrive at the infirmary. I sit down next to the bed, staring at the son of a bitch's face. But I wasn't that angry at him anymore. I kind of feel bad for knocking him out so hard. I might've even broken his nose. It looked really red and bad...

"I'll go get the nurse," Cory said before leaving the room. I take a deep breath and wait for him to return with a nurse.

When the nurse came, she checked up on Chan and called someone on her phone. Not sure who. Maybe someone that could take Chan away? A gang member? I don't know why I care actually.

"He'll be fine, but you did fracture his nose a bit. He'll have to see a doctor and someone will pick him up. He might want money from you, so I suggest you stay here for when he wakes up."

I nod. When the nurse leaves, I stand up. I wasn't going to stay with some mafia leader. What if he kills me?

I leave the room, leaving his unconscious body all alone.

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