THE STEPBROTHERS | BTS MAFIA AU | ✔

CHAPTER 44

Y/n's Pov–

The atmosphere in the arena grew heavier as Suho stepped onto the mat. The cheers from our side were loud, but there was an underlying tension that couldn’t be ignored. Suho was one of our strongest, but as he squared off against his opponent, the uncertainty in the air was palpable.

I sat on the bench, my heart pounding in my chest. My eyes were glued to Suho, watching every move, every calculated step. He was precise, controlled, and yet something was off. His opponent was quick, unpredictable, and seemed to have studied Suho’s every move. Each time Suho went for a strike, the other guy was there, countering with just enough force to throw him off balance.

Jimin muttered under his breath,

Jimin: “You can do it, Suho...”

But as the minutes ticked by, it became clear that this match wasn’t going our way.

Suho fought hard, but his opponent was relentless. Every hit Suho took seemed to chip away at his confidence, and soon, he was on the defensive, struggling to keep up. The match ended abruptly, with Suho hitting the mat harder than anyone expected.

The referee’s hand shot up, signaling the end. Suho had lost.

A collective gasp echoed through our team, followed by a stunned silence. Suho slowly picked himself up, his expression a mix of disbelief and frustration. He limped off the mat, his head down, and I could see the weight of the loss on his shoulders.

Y/n: “Damn it…”

I whispered, my hands tightening into fists. Suho was one of our fiercest member.

Minseok was up next. He gave Suho a quick nod as they passed each other, but the look on his face told me he was rattled too. Minseok was reliable, always calm under pressure, but today, there was an edge to him that I hadn’t seen before.

He stepped onto the mat with a determined look, but the tension was thick. Everyone knew what was at stake, and Minseok was our last hope before it would be just me left. His opponent was different from Suho’s—larger, more aggressive. The match began, and it was clear from the start that this wasn’t going to be easy.

Minseok fought valiantly, his technique sharp, but his opponent was relentless, using sheer force to overpower him. The two of them exchanged blows, but each time, Minseok seemed to be getting pushed further and further back. The match dragged on, each second feeling like an eternity, until finally, Minseok took a hit that sent him crashing down.

Nancy: “No…”

I heard Nancy breathed, one hand clasping over her forehead in frustration. The referee’s hand came down again, and it was over. Minseok had lost too.

As Minseok was helped off the mat, I could see the strain in his eyes. This was a nightmare unfolding in front of us, and Jimin next in line. It was supposed to be the four of us, fighting together, but now it was all falling apart.

Jimin stood up and walked to master Raewon first and I saw him instructing Jimin. His brows furrowed and a serious expression plastered across his face.

I looked at the crowd, the students and teachers from our college all looked desperate but their was a glint of sadness etched on their faces.

I turn towards the boys and Rebecca who were no good either, they sat in utter silence, no one spoke or even move. Their eyes glued on the bracket and Jungkook glanced between Jimin and me a few times.

I saw Jimin nodding with his head hung low as he walked away after receiving the instructions from Master Raewon.

Y/n: "Be careful..."