tears.

intro: stress.

Adrenaline was rushing through Min Yoongi's blood. His head was covered in cold beads of sweat, he was anticipating the moment. The moment his opponent was Kim Namjoon, his childhood bestfriend in the next upcoming match.

"God, what was I thinking? Becoming a boxer. Now I have to go against him." He inhaled the air around him. Yoongi was in his practice room. His steps echoed around the room as he was pacing back and forth. He picked up his phone, wondering if he should call Namjoon. If he should call off the match by making up an excuse.

"No, what the hell am I going to gain from doing that?" Yoongi scolded himself.

He hasn't seen Namjoon in years. Not even spoken to him. They had gotten into an argument years ago, about who'd be the best boxer and never talked since. It was an ignorant argument but nonetheless they stopped being friends. Now both of them were fighting against the top position.

Of course Yoongi was stressed. He didn't want to go against him. Even though that was their goal their entire lives. He closed his eyes, tightened his grip and started thinking of things that made him angry. This was the only way he could succeed. To think of failure. His raised his arm, and hit the heavy bag as hard as he could. Repeatedly, until his knuckles eventually became bruised. He had forgotten his gloves.

(inspired by the video above)