killer affection | jaywon

04

The alleyway was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the flickering street lamps that cast eerie shadows on the cracked pavement. It was a place forgotten by the world, where only the most dangerous of men dared to tread. For Jay and Jungwon, it was the perfect setting to settle the tension that had been brewing between them.

As they stood opposite each other, the tension was palpable, but it wasn't the suffocating kind. There was an odd sense of exhilaration coursing through both of them, a shared understanding that this fight wasn't just about survival-it was about release, about finding out who they were beyond the roles they had been forced to play.

Jay couldn't deny the thrill that raced through his veins. He hadn't felt this alive in years. Jungwon, despite the hard edge in his eyes, seemed almost... relieved. There was a mutual respect in the way they squared off, each sizing up the other with a grin that held more than just malice.

"Ready, Jungwon?" Jay asked, his voice low and charged with anticipation.

Jungwon smirked, his stance loose but controlled. "More than ever."

The moment hung in the air, thick with unspoken words, before they launched at each other. The fight was immediate and brutal, but there was something else underlying it a connection that neither could fully understand, but both felt deeply.

Jungwon moved first, closing the distance between them with the grace of a predator, his fists striking out with a speed that would have caught anyone else off guard. But Jay wasn't just anyone. He met Jungwon's blows with a fluidity that spoke of years of training, each block and counter-strike a testament to his skill.

The alley echoed with the sound of fists meeting flesh, the rhythmic dance of two fighters who were almost evenly matched. Almost. Jay was holding back, not out of arrogance, but out of a strange respect for Jungwon. He wanted this fight to mean something, to be more than just another skirmish in his violent life. He wanted to savor it, to understand the boy who had been haunting his thoughts for weeks.

For Jungwon, every punch, every kick, was a release. He had spent years training for this moment, imagining how it would feel to face down Park Jay, the heir to the man who had ruined his life. But now that he was here, the hatred that had fueled him seemed distant,overshadowed by something else- something more complicated. He wasn't sure if he wanted to win, or if he just wanted to see how far Jay would push him.

As they fought, both boys began to realize that they were holding back, not out of fear, but out of a shared reluctance to end this too soon. There was a strange joy in the fight, a freedom that neither had felt in a long time. Jungwon's movements, usually so precise and deadly, became almost playful, his strikes less about landing a blow and more about testing Jay's limits. And Jay, who could have ended the fight at any moment, found himself matching Jungwon's pace, a grin tugging at his lips despite the occasional hit that landed with enough force to bruise.

"This isn't bad," Jay admitted, dodging a particularly swift kick from Jungwon. "You're good."

"You're not so bad yourself," Jungwon replied, breathing heavily but smiling through the exertion. "But you're holding back."

Jay laughed, the sound echoing off the walls of the alley. "So are you."

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, everything else faded away. There was no mafia, no assassins, no vendettas-just two boys trying to find themselves in the chaos of their world.

But the world had a way of reminding them of the reality they couldn't escape.

Jay's phone buzzed in his pocket, the vibration barely noticeable in the heat of the fight. It was Jake, probably wondering where the hell Jay was and why he hadn't shown up at the warehouse as promised. Jay ignored it, too focused on Jungwon to care about anything else. He silenced the phone and shoved it back into his pocket, eyes never leaving his opponent.