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AUTHOR'S POV
The underground combat boxing arena was filled with loud cheers and laughter. Even through the thick tension that lingered, everyone was delighted, like fear and worry were optional to exist with here.
In the boxing ring, Jungkook and Max were having a fistfight, one trying to be better than the other, but it was far more deciding the win since their tactics were the same; every fist and every counterattack reflected the actions of the one who taught them both.
Amidst the chaos, Taehyung was sitting on one of the couches with closed eyes, head thrown back, shirt removed, giving a view of the sculpted frame, legs stretched in a way that looked almost relaxed, but a frown on his face and darkness on calm features told a different story.
His lips twitched in annoyance when the warm red melted down from his forehead, slid down from his ear, and disappeared in the valley of his neck. Blood.
The wetness of it irritated him. He raised his bloody arm, in which a half-burnt cigarette rested, and took a drag of it until silence filled the whole arena.
His frown deepened as he lazily opened his eyes before raising his head to see what disaster occurred that dared to put silence in his place. He looked at a figure standing a few steps away from him that made his lips curl up in a smirk.
There she was. His Aster, staring there with furious yet tear-filled eyes, scanning him from head to toe in urgency like he could disappear if she didn't.
"I was going crazy thinking you were hurt, but you look just perfect." Her words came out sharp, furious, as she glared at the cigarette in his injured arm before looking at his face; the blood was dripping from the side of his face, forming lines as it slid down.
Yet, there wasn't a single trace of pain or worry on his face except that sheer calmness. The calmness that started to haunt her.
"Who told you I'm here?" His voice was low and edged, but the silence of the whole place was enough for yn to hear. He crushed the cigarette in the ashtray and glanced at Max, who shook his head vigorously.
"No one did. I know you. And even if they did, at least they didn't lie to me," she burst out, while inside she was panicking, watching the wounds on his body.
She was cradling Ava in the late evening, who had been sick since morning when she saw the news of the explosion that occurred in the outskirts of Seoul, nearer to Taehyung's one of the other racecourses.
Her doubt cleared when she got a message from him saying he won't come for the night or two. No explanations. No phone call. Just plain information.
She knew if it wasn't serious, Taehyung would have done everything to go back home to sick Ava. When she called Aran, he told her about Taehyung and how injured he was.
