Fight Me + Jy.Js

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Jinyoung POV

"Trainee huh?" I flushed a dark red. "Yeah.." I covered my face. "Cute." I looked at him and he grinned sweetly. "It's not weird? You don't think I'm a wannabe that'll never debut?" His eyes widened. "What? No never! I believe you can do it! Hwighting!" I giggled at his childish response, he seemed relieved. "I wanna see you perform." He suggested. I took note in my head. "Got it." I merely smiled until my phone vibrated. "Sorry." He gave me a look of  "No worries." I frowned and looked to my phone.

Yug-Brown
How's it goin 😉😉😏😏😏

I switched off my phone and ignored it. I started to pop my knuckles, a habit of mine.
"Habit?" He looked at my hands. "Yeah" I chuckled lightly. "I have it too, actually most fighters do." I cringed "let's not talk about fighting for now please." I whined. "Agreed."
Our food arrived and we ate in silence. This is not how a date is supposed to go. "I'm sorry, I'm really bad at dating.." He shook his head. "Don't worry, I'm not very good either." We laughed together for a while.
Our food was finished but honestly I didn't want the night to end. "Can I suggest something?" I tugged on his sleeve. "As long as it's not boring." He grinned. "Of course not! Who do you think I am." I joked as I walked ahead of him towards my 'old home'. "What is this place?" Jackson looked around as we entered my house. "My childhood. My parents died and left the house to me. I stayed here along until they put me into the group I'm with as a trainee. They just need one more person, basically why we haven't debuted." He nodded at my explanation. I began climbing the stairs, feeling nostalgic even though the house was severely unkept. "If you don't mind me asking, how did they die?" Jackson was looking at me sympathetically. "Y'kno I just realized how short you are." I smirked and he frowned. "Guess now's not the right time." He nodded. I slid the window open and climbed on to the roof. "Y-yah! What are you doing! What if you fall-." I just laughed. I patted the spot next to me. "Come sit with me tough boy." I smirked. He shook his head laughing as he made his way up to me. "You're really something you know." He looked me straight in the eyes. I didn't know how to respond, I felt... weird. "U-uhm.... thanks?-." He carefully placed his lips onto mine. I frozen for awhile and he smiled onto my lips and pulled away. I flushed a maroon colour as I looked away to stare at the sky. "Was that a bad decision?" He broke my silence. "I don't think so, just..."

Jackson POV
"Just?" My hands were starting to sweat and I had never felt so nervous. How did I manage to become so bold just a few seconds ago. "I don't want to admit to myself." I smiled to myself. Admit what? He likes me? I layed back on the cold roof and closed my eyes. "Tell me when you're done then." I heard him stifle a laugh.

It had to have been half an hour, Love is patient... right? "Jackson.." I looked at him softly. "And he talks." I smirked. "I want you to know that I'm not good at love." He looked completely serious. "And I am?" The truth is, last time I fell in Love I got so scared and pushed that person away. It's practically impossible for me to be good at something that's not fighting. "I'm not good at anything but fight." I reassured him.

"Then Fight Me."