A/n- I took the idea from the movie Cinderella man (oh god it's my favorite movie in the world please go watch it)
Also can I just say how handsome Russell Crowe was in it like honestly I want to c r i why aren't there men like that anymore
Song reccomendation: When Your Lover Has Gone (Frank Sinatra cover)
(Also I am well aware that this song was recorded in the 50s but it was written in the 30s so hah technically it's correct I guess)
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1927: two years before the great depression
"There's no fucking way I'm letting my baby marry a boxer."
Jungkook stayed still during the entire exchange, but hopelessness was gnawing it's way into his heart. He tried to keep his expression as neutral as possible, but the man's harsh words took root in him, no matter how hard it hurt.
"Just one punch from the wrong guy- bam! You're gone, and then she's a widow. Think I'm wrong?"
Jungkook remained mute, but shook his head.
"Use your words, boy."
Jungkook darted a tongue out to wet his lips, wincing when the muscle irritated his split lip.
"N-no, sir."
Despite his answer the elder continued, smoke puffing out of the side of his mouth from his fat cigar.
"Guys like Max Baer, they can knock a man out just like that. Men who know how to take a hit. He's killed two perfectly good fighters in the ring; knocked their brains right around their skulls."
He turned around, glaring at the younger.
"I don't want my daughter to get hurt. So unless you get a stable job soon, I'm sorry. If you're aiming for the title, forget her. I want her to live a comfortable life. And the stock market..."
He shook his head, shoving his hands into the pockets of his suit jacket.
"There's plenty of pretty young women out there. I'm sure a man like you must have them crawling at your feet."
Jungkook frowned, bottom lip automatically jutting out in a pout.
"None of them could be her," he murmured.
Her father only laughed, turning to face the window.
"I know," he replied.
His smile was kind when he walked Jungkook to the door, eyes simpathetic.
"All the best of luck. I'll bet on you in the next fight."
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"What's going on?!"
Yoongi, Jungkook's manager screamed in his ear. The lights were nearly blinding, flashes of photography lingering behind his eyelids every time he blinked.
There were only a few seconds before the thirteenth round would start, and the roaring of the crowd as well as the ringing inside his head was blurring his focus.
He shook his head rapidly, droplets of sweat and blood combined falling out. Someone shoved the rim of a water bottle in his mouth and he took greedy gulps, spitting some in a bucket to get rid of the blood in his mouth.
"'Dunno. 'S fast."
"Yeah. Yeah. He's fast, I get it. So are you. Who was the second place heavyweight contender last season?"
