Little Kitten (jikook)

And a tooth

Namjoon wiped away the blood that was dripping down his cheek. He smirked at his opponent, who, different from himself, was panting heavily. "Why don't you give up already?" Namjoon's deep voice echoed through the empty hall, the high walls transporting his voice back and forth. Key glared at Namjoon, gritting his teeth, before he spat out a mouthful salvia, mixed with blood. "You just have been lucky so far, you bastard!"
Key tightened his grip on the knife he was holding, the leader did so too, eyeing the other man closely. To be honest, they were nearly equally strong, which made that whole thing quite a lot more difficult.
Namjoon wanted the fight to end soon, but they were now fighting for quite some time, both of them sporting some, more or less severe, bruises and cuts. He needed a new plan, something to finally end this fight.

Suddenly Key yelled, dashing forward. Luckily Namjoon was able to ditch the attack easily, jumping to the right before the knife was able to cut his cheek open. But, unfortunately, he lost his balance on the wet floor.
The leader fell down, sliding across the floor a few meters. Red stains were covering the floor, the tall man hissing at the pain from where his palms had been dragged over the floor.
"Got you!" Namjoon looked up just in time to see Key standing in front of him ready to kick Namjoon's head. "Think again…"
In one swift motion Namjoon twisted his body away from Key's leg, arms scooting up, grabbing the leg and with another strong pull sweeping the other man off his feet. A breathless scream escaped Key's lips, eyes wide when his body made harsh contact with the tiled, cold floor. The brunette jumped to his feet and immediately brought some distance between them. Key quickly got up, swinging his arm and Namjoon was too slow to ditch the attack. His jaw ached massively, blood was running down his mouth and hell he wasn't prepared for the next hit, directly against his temple. Namjoon's vision blurred momentarily. "Ha, ha…prepare to die scumbag…"
Key smirked, considering himself to be the one going to win. Namjoon took small steps back, slowly moving away from his enemy, who was distracted with laughing. "It's time for you to die, Leader…and after you're dead, I am also going to kill your little boyfriend, that much for sure." Namjoon glared at Key, because never ever would he be killed, nor would he risk that Seokjin would get hurt.

"Do you really think I haven't noticed that you're trying to get away from me?" The tone in the man's voice dropped, with it, his expression as well, no more laughing. Namjoon was thinking and thinking, shit, if only his head wouldn't hurt as much. He suddenly had to stop, back bumping against something cold and from the sound, something metallic. Namjoon looked back, eyes making out the form of a rack, a ladder leading up to some planks, held up by some old wires. When Namjoon heard footsteps he reacted at the speed of lightning, grabbing the railing, long legs taking two steps at a time. He faintly heard a thump, as if something had collided with the metal, but he didn't look back, concentrating on reaching the end of the ladder before Key gets a hold of him. Once he reached the ladder's end and reaches the planks, it begins shaking, the wires are creaking and Namjoon searches for a railing but there's nothing, his hands only grabbing the air. After some struggles he regained balance again, walking with careful steps on the plank until it begins shaking again, indicating Namjoon that Key must've reached the end of the ladder.

"You fucking fuck! Stop running away!" Key screamed, struggling to maintain his balance, just like Namjoon earlier. The latter turns around and notices the big gaping wound along Key's forehead, beginning from his inner left eye and ending somewhere near his hair line on the right side, the red liquid tingeing his left eye red. His assumption that something had collided with the metal railing had been right, unfortunately the wound didn't stop Key from following him up here.
"Who says I am running away?" The leader cocks his head, raising an eyebrow while mustering Key with an outer calmness that is far from his inner turmoil.
Miscalculated, his plan had failed and now he was trapped at a dead end, the plank still swinging back and forth.