Key (BTS fanfiction)

Paper Cuts

"Jungook-"

"It's JungKook, Noona."

"Okay Jungkook, I hate to break it to you, but,"

I sigh, running my fingers through my hair. Jungkook is sitting in front me stretching, his black hair messily styled on his head.

"You can't rap."

I blurt out, wincing when my shocking statement makes him freeze half way through attempting the splits.

"B-but-"

"Jungkook, no, you know it isn't your strong suit! I know you can sing like an angel, but you're trying to rap because that's the asthetic of your band right now. It won't always be that way."

"W-what do you mean Noona?"

"I mean like any band you're going to reinvent yourselves eventually, and when that happens you probably won't be a rapper. You aren't the one who literally put the word 'Rap' in their name."

Jungkook sighs, fluffing his hair up. The rings on his hand get tangled every time he does it, and he finally slides the fake gold off, setting them on the floor beside me.

"But what else can I do? I don't know how to do anything else."

"Jungkook..."

I say, realizing my mind is drawing a blank. It's not that Jungkook isn't talented, but, what he said, I said the same thing once. It's the sound of someone who's lost themselves, but Jungkook has a talent somewhere just waiting to be embraced. At a loss for words I tackle him, fingers on his sides and he starts giggling. Soon he's laughing like crazy, trying to shove me off. Fighting in the underground means I'm not easy to push off, but he does try. Feet shoved into my stomach he keeps trying to kick me off, hands pulling at my hands as he begs me to stop. I try not to show that it still hurts when someone presses into my side, his weak kicks hurting just a little. Only once he begs do I relent, pulling away and letting him catch a breath.

"Holy shit you're ripped Noona."

"Language, and yeah I used to work at a fight club, I was half way to running the entire thing."

I half heartedly scold his swearing, knowing Jin would claw my eyes out if I didn't do something to keep the maknae pure. The memories of getting beaten up or hurting someone else every night including weekends are not pleasant, but it's still my job.

"Used to?"

"Still, yeah, I still do."

I need to get back to work, the wound in my side is so close to being gone. I should book a fight tonight, maybe three, that'll work out to $700.00 in American cash if I win all three without any knock downs. That's three straight wins, no fuck ups, I need to do this.

"I'm fighting tonight, and if Jin wouldn't kill me for it I'd bring you with me."

"You're fighting tonight?! Noona!"

"I've told you a hundred times Jungkook it's Key, no Noona."

"So I'm coming?"

"No."

I reply, pulling him to his feet.