Hwayoung (Yoonmin mafia)

Ch.36 - Busy day!

Jungkook found himself back in the underground warehouse, the roar of the crowd and the smell of blood and sweat wrapping around him.
Miya arranged a few rounds for him, but he didn't stop, he fought six rounds, then a seventh.
Each punch, each block, each kick helped push the thought in his head further back. By the end of his seventh fight, his knuckles were raw, his lip was split, and a nasty bruise was starting to show on his left cheekbone.
A mix of sweat and blood, not all his, dripped down his back, he won every single round. Making his highschool friend overjoyed.
"Seven straight wins! Kook you never disappoint~" Miya laughed, waving a thick stack of cash. "Come back whenever you want!"
With the back of his hand, Jungkook wiped blood from his lip, breathing hard. The fog in his head and chest had lifted a bit, it wasnt gone but lighter. He rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck. "I can do a couple more, let's keep going"
"Yeaaaaah no. Enough." Miya hopped off her stool and pointed a finger at him. "We're closing up, it's four in the morning. I have people waiting for me. Go home before you pass out on my ring and i have to drag your heavy ass out."
He tried to argue, but Miya was already shutting down the lights and shooing the last person away.
"Fine. Thanks for that, cleared my head a bit."

Miya nodded at him. "Well thank you too~ Now go home Kook. Alright? Straight home!"
Jungkook grabbed his jacket and stepped back into the cold night air. "Yeah yeah."
He walked.
Aimlessly.
The city was quiet this early. The cold air on his fresh bruises stung, but it made him feel alive. His feet moved on their own, mind still half in the ring, half replaying Jin and Jimin's words... 'Leave him be'. 'Another toy'. 'He's happy now'.

He didn't realize where he was going until he was already there.
Taehyung's apartment building...
Jungkook froze realizing where he was. The familiar door stared back at him, the one he used to push open at 2am, already half hard and grinninf because his Petal had sent him of those filthy, teasing texts. He felt a painful thud straight in his heart. Petal..
The nickname still felt sharp on his tongue. He used to growl it against Taehyung's throat when he had him pinned down, or whisper it mockingly when Tae was being a too much of a tease testing every last bit of his patience. 'Come on, Petal. Dont act shy~'

He didnt ring the bell. Didnt knock. He wasn't stupid enough to face Tae right now. And Jimin's words kept playing in his head 'he's happy now'.

Instead, Jungkook sank down onto the cold concrete step beside the door, back against the wall. His bruised face throbbed, or was it his heart, but the pain felt distant. He pulled his knees up, arms resting on them and just sat there. Thinking about Taehyung, about Jin's words, about Suga's disappointed face when he screwed up, and his mind went back to Taehyung.
The way he would smirk when he was in one of his sassy moods, chin tilted up, daring Jungkook to do something about it. The sharp gasps and curses when things got rough and messy. It wasn't soft and sweet between them usually, more often it was teeth and nails. Tae pushing back to see how far Jungkook would go, the playfull challenges whispered in his ear, the way he'd laugh when Jungkook finally snapped and took control. The bruises they would leave on each other that had nothing to do with fighting.
And yet, there were those quieter moments too... Jungkook didn't really think about it at that time. Tae humming lazily while tangled in sheets, fingers tracing possessively Jungkook's tattoos. The atypical, unpredictable spark that made everything with him electric.
But all this is not his anymore. Hell he wasn't even aware he had it. Now someone else, Juyeon, got to experience all of that. The sass, the fire, the kinky little fales, the rare soft edges Tae only showed when he left his guard down...

Jungkook let his head fall back against the wall with a dull thud, eyew closing, and a deep sigh leaving his lips. The night air stung the cuts on his face, his chest felt tight, restless.
He didn't want to leave.
He wasn't ready to leave yet.
He wasn't ready to let go...