The Special

9

       - There be a crystal opposes -

Jungkook POV;

I'm obscure of vigorous eminent flare of crime world . Throne isn't mine though throne glare because of me . Things turned into dust without my reiteratement Therefore I refused to be accepted . Hurting is my knack , what I'm skilled well but torments in her live is sullen for me . Is she taking advantages of my soft side to her? *

 

Jeon Jungkook , mastermind of business left there without a companion . A melancholy soul should obtain inspiration from almighty. Jeon Jungkook's strut spoken aloud his wrath inside . He approach his car in high displacement and in higher velocity he begin his car engine. He was swiftly in the Highway , Trucks could lost it's breaking ahed of his speed and end up demolish him with his car.

He crossed way to his efficiency Dixon with not a feverish further plans for it . It was 7 KM distance of his company . There were almost a funerals directed next act but the man triumphs with a fine wrench of arm in distinguished land of wrestling .

His eyes attracted the abrupt cries of young boys beating one another in the domin of boxing forthwith couplet sounds of gunshot Jungkook heard . It used to be the weaks weren't meant for the place . He reaches himself the kingdom of his own , wesldo .

An abrupt voice of naked man hit his ear with a grin of challenging cautious ; Haven't come Wesldo since so long Jeon Jungkook ? - afraid to face grown stronger , Businessman ?

Jungkook's voice turn to be a reminder. with eyes on eyes he uttered remencesing ; Seems like the fear never healed in you, Fassi. You're still trying to prove yourself."

let's get in some punches and show me if you're still the same koocie here ; He leds to ring stretching his uscular biceps . Jeon pulled into and walked wrapping off his clothes . He demonstrates himself shirtless ahed of Fassi , where his scars of sanity reveals on . The deep cuts in missions of adolescent era and burnt marks for bravery of childhood . His body was a canvas of survival and strength.

You've scars too Jeon Jungkook but you'd built your muscles perfectly. let's see how strong you're biceps are? ; Fassi's eyes roamed over him, assessing .

"A man without scars is no man at all "Fassi? He darkened his gaze to Fassi and the the two men faced off in the center of the arrow the circle around them swelling with spectacles Fassi bounced on his face muscle tense and ready while Jungkook rolled his soldiers loosening up his biceps . and the battlefield heroes began.

Fassi struck first a quick jab to jungkook's body absorbed the hit but his reaction was slow his focus elsewhere destructed Fassi grinned sensing and opportunity . He followed with another punch to Jungkook's, ribs this time harder pushing him back . Jungkook stumbled , characteristically off balance.

blow after blow Fassi pressed his advantage .Jungkook was losing ground his guard slackening. Enjoying moments , his fist battering Jungkook's body with a furry that lit up his confidence grew with each punch that landed mocking jungkook with every strike .

" what's wrong Jungkook? too used to sitting behind your desk? can't handle a real man anymore? " Fassi taunted, throwing a hard right hook slamming into Jeon's jaw . His eyes glowed up sneering in amusement ; the mastermind of business , The legendary fighter you are nothing now . you are a weak just like everyone else who couldn't survive wesldo.

Jungkook staggered, blood trickling from a cut above his brow , blurred vision and his legs buckled under him for a second though he caught himself , swaying Fassi took advantage, landing another blow to jeon's ribs, sending him crashing to the ground. Jeon tried to balance himself again that made Fassi laugh his nasty smirk.