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ONESHOT | 37
"This is unbelievable! Jungkook is struggling! He's never been pushed this far before! Choi Taesung might be the toughest opponent he's ever faced!" The crowd roared as Jungkook staggered back, his ribs throbbing from the last punch. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, mixing with the sweat dripping down his face. His vision blurred, but he forced himself to stay focused. Across from him, Taesung was breathing heavily, his stance unsteady but still determined. He was skilled, stronger than most Jungkook had faced, but Jungkook refused to lose. Gritting his teeth, he dodged Taesung's next strike at the last second, his body screaming in protest. Then, he saw his opening. A sharp uppercut—brutal and precise—landed straight under Taesung's jaw. His opponent's head snapped back, eyes rolling before his body collapsed onto the mat. The referee rushed in, beginning the countdown. The stadium was deafening, fans chanting Jungkook's name as they waited for the inevitable.
Seven. Eight. Nine. Taesung wasn't getting up. Ten. The bell rang. The fight was over. Jungkook had won. But as the cheers erupted around him, his own body finally gave in. He barely had time to kneel before the pain in his ribs intensified, making his vision swim. "Shit—Jungkook!" His coach, Minho, was already at his side, gripping his arm. "I told you not to push yourself. You were already injured going into this fight!" Jungkook exhaled sharply, wiping the blood from his lip. "I won, didn't I?" Minho sighed, shaking his head. "Come on. You need medical attention before you collapse." Jungkook let Minho help him out of the ring, too exhausted to argue. His body ached with every step as they made their way to the waiting room. But the moment they stepped inside, Jungkook immediately stopped. His usual doctor, Dr. Kang, was nowhere to be seen. Instead, standing by the treatment table, was you. Jungkook's expression darkened immediately. "What the hell is this?" You barely glanced up from your clipboard. "Dr. Kang is unavailable. I'm handling your treatment." Jungkook let out a humorless scoff. "No, you're not." You arched an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"I don't let women touch me," he said flatly. Minho sighed, already anticipating an argument. You, however, didn't seem fazed. Instead, you simply crossed your arms. "Well, lucky for you, I'm not here to touch you. I'm here to treat you." Jungkook shot Minho a sharp look. "Call Kang." Minho gave him an exasperated glance. "I told you—he's not here. Just sit down and let her do her job." Jungkook clenched his jaw, but then his eyes flickered back to you, and something in his gaze turned sharp. "They sent a chubby girl to be a doctor?" He let out a low chuckle, lips curling into a smirk. "Shouldn't you focus on fixing yourself before trying to fix me?" Minho tensed. "Jungkook—" But you? You didn't flinch. Didn't waver. Instead, you let out a slow, unimpressed sigh. "Oh, don't worry, champ. I don't get punched in the ribs for a living, so I think my health is just fine." Jungkook's smirk faltered. Minho choked back a laugh. For the first time in a long time, Jungkook was at a loss for words.
And that only pissed him off more. His expression hardened as he dropped onto the treatment table, still glaring at you. You grabbed a pair of gloves and stepped forward, entirely unfazed. "Take off your shirt." Jungkook's glare deepened. "What?" "I need to check your ribs," you said simply. "Unless you want me to treat you through your clothes?" His jaw ticked. He clearly didn't like being ordered around—especially not by a woman. But after a long, tense moment, he yanked off his sweat-drenched shirt, revealing sculpted muscles and deep bruises. You didn't react. You had seen enough athletes to know that muscles meant nothing if the person behind them was a pain in the ass. As you reached out to examine him, he tensed. The second your fingers pressed against his bruised ribs, he hissed and flinched away. "Watch it," he growled. "I don't like being touched." You gave him a pointed look. "And I don't like arrogant athletes who think they're invincible. Yet, here we are." Minho snorted. Jungkook narrowed his eyes. "You've got a mouth on you."
