Dangerous《A Park Jimin ff》

pak sol-bi

Drip.

Sweat beads off of my forehead, hitting the rough tile. I'm unwrapping the once white bandages, replacing them with new ones.
Once I'm all prepped, my coach hands me my gear. I put on the gloves, using my mouth to tighten the straps around my wrists.

"And now, introducing one of the most notorious underground fighters of all time, age 21, PAK SOL-BI!"The commentator shouts through a mic.

I step out into the arena, bright lights hitting me at all directions. The huge crowd roars, tens of thousands of hands pumping in the air. I give them a wave.

"And now her opponent, the reigning champion of the tournament, age 20, GO-EUN!" Another commentator shouts. The crowd goes wild once more. I've heard of her, famous for her tackle, and breaking more than 10 of her past opponents bones. She was no joke. I look at her, noticing her muscles were very bulky, veins bulging with rage. Go-eun beats her chest over her nylon outfit. Now that I think about it, she's kinda like a big, lady gorilla.

I step into the ring, making sure to stretch thoroughly. She comes in as well, but instead of prepping, she grounds her feet, pressing into the dirt. I get in my stance, being sure to stay light on my toes. I breath in, taking in the earthy smell of the arena. The smell that keeps me sane.

Before I know it, the bell rings for us to start. Go-eun wastes no time running up to tackle me. I snap out of my daze just in time to dodge her attack, feeling the wind from her speed hitting my face. Let's just say that stench was not so pleasant.

Dang, even though she is big, she is really fast. I guess I'll just have to be faster.

"Wow, Sol-Bi must have been spacing out, she almost got grabbed by Go-eun on the first try!" One commentator speaks, surprise lacing his tone. "If she even hopes of having a chance at taking the champion title, she's going to have to really step it up." A female pipes up. She is right. I really do have to try on this one.

I run up, and shoot her a cross. It lands, giving me a temporary opening. I strike again, but this time with a rear-leg push kick, straight into her jaw. It knocks her down for a good couple seconds, giving me more time to recover and plan my next moves.
Out of nowhere, she takes me into a pummel clinch, wrapping her fists around my thighs, all the while, flipping me down, back on the ground.

There are many 'ooh's and 'ahh's coursing throughout the crowd, just as startled by the unexpected attack as the commentators were. They didn't say a word. Taking advantage of my breakdown of composure, she twists, choking me in a straight arm bar, her hands flexing around my biceps, and her feet strangling my neck.

As black dots start to appear in my vision, the commentators words start to muffle, and my consciousness slips away bit by bit. I start to fade, but at the last second, I hear a voice inside my head.

Apologies, but I don't date, weak, ugly chicks like you.

Snap.

My vision clears. A new energy surges through me, rippling through every muscle. I suddenly remember what I was here for, and how much I had to lose. Escaping the vice, I get back on my feet, swaying slightly before getting back into my original stance. Everyone is shocked, even the crowd's shouts were quieted. I wipe the sweat off of my forehead, threatening to trickle down my face, just like the tears from long ago.

"Sorry Go-eun, but I have worked too hard to lose, I can't afford to go down." I say bluntly, sounding completely numb, despite my body jittering like it has been injected with 10 tons of caffeine. She sneers, angry at my remark. She bolts again, crouching down slightly, aiming for my legs again. This time, I was more prepared, grappling the back of her head, drenched in sweat, and gave her a knee strike to the chest.

I see a lot of people wince at the blow, but I kept going. I crouch, and give her a strong uppercut, sending her flying back. Needless to say, Go-eun had been defeated. The referee approaches me, gripping my hand and holding it up high. I breathe heavily, relief flooding my system.
"And the winner of this year's Bighit underground tournament is... Sol-Bi!" The ref shouts into the crowd. All I could could hear were yells of joy, flooding my ears. My heart soared.

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I slump on a bench in the locker room, carrying a large metal belt, a symbol of the work I put in to get to where I am today. As I wipe the sweat out of my hair with a cloth, I am greeted with a heavy slap on the back. I turn around.

"Nice work, you did good kid." My coach beams. I frown." I'm only a year younger than you, stop calling me a kid." My frown quickly turns into a grin. "But thanks anyway, coach." He gives me a dimpled smile. "Since the tournament is over, and there won't be a fight for a couple of weeks, you don't have to call me coach for a while." He claims.

"Okay then Namjoon hyung. Now get out of here, I need to take a shower. I smell like a pig." I retort. "You look like one too." Namjoon snaps back, a horrible attempt at being funny. I slap him with my towel, a murderous glare in my eyes. "Okay, okay jeez, I'll get out!" He holds his hands up in defeat. "Hmph, that's what I thought." I speak triumphantly as he leaves. He mumbles under his breath, "Is it so hard to get some respect around here?" I laugh.

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After the shower, I get changed and walked out of the arena. I headed towards a bus stop, not taking my car with me since I had a match. As the bus comes to a halt, I make my way in. Huh, there's only a couple of people, I thought, although it still reeked of alcohol and cigarette butts. I look out the window, putting in my ear buds to listen to some jams.

"HEY! Give me my purse back!" I heard a girl shout. My gaze snaps to the scene. My eyes land on a frail girl, about my age, and a tall, mask-covered criminal. As a fighter, I couldn't just sit there and do nothing.

《Jin-hee's P.O.V》

I'm minding my own business, holding onto a railing in the bus. I suddenly feel a tug on my arm, and face a robber who had snatched my bag. I was scared, not knowing what to do. "HEY! Give me my purse back!" Was all I could muster at the moment. The robber was grinning under his navy blue ski mask. "What are you going to do? Wow, I'm so scared." He mocks. Just as he is about to hit me, I flinch back, squeezing my eyes shut.

I didn't feel anything hit me, so I slowly open my eyes. I see a lean, well built girl, wearing black leggings and a grey sweatshirt blocking his punch, an unfazed expression on her face. The robber was caught off guard, so the girl pinned his arm to the wall, her seemingly heavy duffel bag swinging behind her. The robber winces, his arm digging into the wall.

"Just what do you think you're doing, punk?" She asks him in a low tone.
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