THE STEPBROTHERS | BTS MAFIA AU | ✔

CHAPTER 45

Y/n's Pov–

The moment the referee’s hand dropped, Nimho charged at me with terrifying speed, his focus sharp and lethal. There was no hesitation in his movements—he was out to finish this quickly, and he knew I was vulnerable.

I barely managed to sidestep his first strike, the wind from his kick brushing past my face. The crowd’s roar was deafening, but all I could hear was the pounding of my heart and the sharp intake of my breath. My leg throbbed with every step, each movement sending a jolt of pain up my spine, but I forced myself to stay on my feet.

Nimho didn’t let up, pressing his advantage as he launched a series of rapid attacks, his fists and feet moving like a blur. I blocked what I could, but each impact sent shockwaves through my body, pushing me closer to the edge. My injured leg wobbled under the pressure, and I could feel my balance slipping.

Nimho’s strikes were relentless, and I was struggling just to stay upright. My mind raced, trying to remember everything I've been taught me, everything I’d learned in training, but the pain was clouding my thoughts, making it hard to focus.

A hard kick to my side sent me staggering back, nearly knocking me off my feet. I caught myself just in time, but the effort made my leg scream in protest. Nimho didn’t give me a chance to recover—he was on me again, aiming a high kick at my head.

Jehun: "Bloody bastard!"

I heard him exclaiming from the side,ball of the members had the same desperate expressions etched across the faces as they had their eyes locked on the center of the arena.

I ducked, narrowly avoiding the blow, and tried to counter with a punch, but my movements were sluggish, weighed down by the pain and exhaustion. My fist barely grazed his side, and Nimho’s response was immediate. He swung his leg around in a powerful roundhouse kick, and I had no choice but to take it head-on.

The impact sent me crashing to the mat, pain exploding through my body. The crowd gasped, and I could hear the boys and my members shouting, their voices filled with desperation. For a moment, I saw everythinggoing black but I blink away violently, and all I could feel was the agony radiating from my leg.

Jungkook: "He should be out already, he's a cheat!"

I managed to cast a glance towards the sideline. Jungkook and Taehyung was fuming in anger while Rebecca struggled to keep Jimin sitted who tried leaping up from his seat. Jin, Namjoon and Hoseok's expressions showed clear concern as they kept mumbling something to one another and Yoongi had his hands in a fist, cursing under his breath. Tzuyu watched me with a pleading, almost helpless gaze.

With a monumental effort, I forced myself to open my eyes. Nimho was standing over me, his expression cold and unyielding, waiting for me to admit defeat. But I wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction.

Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up on one knee, my leg trembling under the strain. The pain was excruciating, but I couldn’t stop now.

I glanced at the stands once again, catching sight of Rebecca’s tear-streaked face, Jimin’s intense gaze, and the boys all on their feet, willing me to stand.

I took a deep breath and rose to my feet, the crowd erupting into cheers as I did. Nimho’s eyes narrowed, his expression darkening. He could see that I was hurt, but he wasn’t expecting me to keep going. That was his mistake.

He came at me again, faster this time, his movements a blur as he aimed for my injured leg. I saw it coming, and instead of retreating, I met him head-on. As his leg shot out to sweep me off my feet, I pivoted on my good leg, twisting my body just enough to deflect the blow and keep my balance.