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EVERLASTING ENEMY

[in which foetus namjoon and foetus jin are both black belts in karate and have been rivals for years. 2 boys, 1 winner... right?]

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another day, another fight. namjoon tightened the black belt wrapped tightly around his waist, wondering what the outcome of this repetitive fight would be this time. this was his 68th challenge against 17 year old kim seokjin from gwacheon district, and he was prepared to draw again.

he wanted to say that he was sick of drawing with his equal, but that would be a lie. if he won or lost against seokjin hyung, he could no longer have the satisfaction of beating the shit out of him.

which he only enjoyed because his best friend was so annoyingly handsome, that was.

he stretched his arm out, reaching to the floor and slowly pushing his legs out until he was in the splits. before he knew it, he heard a familiar groan beside him, and he looked up to see jin sitting, facing him, in the same position.

"you're so naturally flexible," the other boy whined, "and i wish my legs were as long as yours. you're a whole year younger than me! that's not fair! i swear, you're like 70% legs, you must make all the girls swoon."

giggling, namjoon wasn't hesitant to reply. "well, i guess that doesn't matter to me." he shrugged. "i don't want the girls."

raising a brow, jin twisted his seated position back up into the first fighting stance, swinging his leg up and high over his head. "oh, really?" he asked, "well, me too, i guess."

now it was namjoon's turn to be shocked. "wait, for real?!"

"yeah, why?"

"i don't know, i guess i just didn't really see you as the type."

jin just chuckled. "well, i'm too pretty for any of the girls," he commented, gesturing to his perfect face. 

namjoon flushed and nodded in agreement, also getting to his feet, practising a few punches. "you're not wrong, hyung." 

giving him a side smile, jin walked over to his opponent and boldly grabbed his hand. "time's nearly up, namjoonie," he said, and namjoon flushed at the new nickname, "so i'll see you in the tournament hall." he winked at him, let go of his hand, and walked towards the door, not forgetting to dramatically blow him a kiss, which namjoon caught and stuck in his pocket.

ah, traditions. there were many when it came to this competition - maybe because these particular two had been fighting in it for three years. the unlikely friendship that had blossomed between the two competitors was one of the things that namjoon cherished the most.

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cracking his knuckles, jin prepared himself to challenge the line of opponents from ilsan district. he didn't know why they were still at it - the only outcome would be that both namjoon and jin would beat the other members of each other's teams and end up fighting each other - but he knew that he had to abide by the strict rules, so waited patiently before he wasted his time.

he entered the fighting area, smiling fondly at his mother, and resisting the urge to flip off his brother, walking confidently to the opponent. the usual happened; bow, first stance, begin! and off he went. a seven minute fight, the winner was announced, and jin stayed in the fighting arena, bowing to his opponent before they walked off and another replaced them.

and another.

and another.

and 25 minutes later, he was finally allowed a break. there were three competitors left from ilsan district, one of which he knew had to be namjoon, and three left from gwacheon district, including himself.