"Hyung... did mom and dad really left us?" The nine years old boy sobbed, hiding his face in the crock of Jungkook's neck - not wanting to witness his dead parents infront of him as he clutched onto the shirt of his older brother who had him in his...
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Two years leter.
In a flash, a punch almost landed on his face if the fifteen years old hadn't dodged it. Mr Kang huffed, his punches failing everytime when Jimin dodges it with his fast reflexes. Jimin's training has started since a few months, but all he could do was to save himself from offense, not able to land a hand on his opponent.
Jungkook's eyes followed every movement of the younger and Mr Kang, already known Jimin is lacking to throw a punch. Jimin wore red gloves, sweats forming on his forehead, small gentle huffs falling past his lips. It was obvious that the official teenager was growing agitated with the punches being thrown at him continuously.
"Put pressure on him," Jungkook calmly announced, although his tone serious and commanding. The younger immediately caught onto his word, preparing himself for the worst, as he positioned his hands, fist tightening and clenching.
"Jungkook, are you sure? He's just fifteen!" Mr Kang defended.
"I know him by every little vein inside of him. Put pressure I said. He knows what is he doing," Jungkook ordered, straightening his posture.
Mr Kang looked restless, his punches getting distracted and Jimin took this as an advantage, jumping on his toes to punch the man in the jaw. The older male stumbled back, with Jimin standing proudly, his first ever defend going succeed.
"It's all because I was worried about you and didn't want to hurt you!" Mr Kang rubbed his jaw.
"Uncle, I told you before that I know Jimin well. He's mischevious and knows what's he doing." Jungkook stated, immediately smiling when Jimin approached him. He pat on the younger's head with a proud smile. "You did well, I'm proud of you. Now always try to throw offens, okay?"
Jimin nodded, sinking every word in before giggling, happy that he made his Hyung proud on him. Meanwhile Mr Kang looked offended like a little kid.
"Train him yourself if you want to pressure him." The old man rolled his eyes at the duo. "I'm too soft for Jimin to do this."
"You know I'm doing this all because of his safety. God knows one day something happens to me, who would save him then?" Jungkook's hand automatically ran on Jimin's back, roaming his palm in circular motion.
Jimin looked up at Jungkook, "I'll save myself!"
"That's why I'm training you." Jungkook smiled at the boy who reached his chest now, "So you can protect yourself."
"I think you're forgetting my existence. I would burn the world if something happened to Jimin. Or if something happened to you." Mr Kang placed his palms on his waist, raising his eyebrow at Jungkook.
