Dangerous《A Park Jimin ff》

bibimmyeon

After the incident, the victim and I were standing around the police cars. She was being questioned while I lowered into a squat on the road. A flash of red goes by as an ambulance comes and carries the burglar away on a stretch. Then again I didn't know why he needed it. His injuries weren't that bad. He would get arrested with a broken rib at best. And maybe a broken nose. Slow steps make their way towards me, and I look up.

"A fractured humerus, a dislocated shoulder, three ribs broken, two fractured, completely shattered nose, and a broken jaw", A police officer with (noticeably) killer muscles lists out. His eyebrows are pinched together, pained more than irritated. He sighs. "Just what did you do to this poor man?"

"I mean, he did steal her bag." I point out meekly. His expression sours. "A simple theft, and you basically broke the guy. All in about 50 seconds. What type of crack are you on?" I wince. I knew how Namjoon felt about felt about police. He had the upmost respect for them, he even wanted to be one as a teen. Unfortunately for his teen self, he used his martial arts to train others for an illegal event. Oh the irony. Lying to the officer wouldn't do any good for me, or for Joonie, so I just tell him the truth and hope I don't get arrested. 

"Uh, well, Imkindofastreetfighterandwhenisawthatijustkindabashedhisheaadinonimpulse." I breathed out at once. I prayed to Namjoon that he didn't understand any of what I just blabbered.

Unfortunately he did, because his eyebrows lift surprisingly, taken aback. "Okay, but that doesn't mean you had to permanently cripple him. Not to mention all the paperwork I have to do now." The officer crosses his arms. "Great. Now I feel bad. And I just won that mixed martial arts tournament too." I start to stand. He looks at me in shock.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up. 'That' tournament as in THE (Illegal) Underground National Korean Martial Arts Competition?" He asks. "Uh, yeah. Something like that. Going to be honest, my coach just signed me up for the tournament and said I HAD to win. And luckily I did, so yeah." I shrugged, telling the truth. He smirks. "So you're really Mi-na, Pak Sol-Bi.." I freeze. Shoot. He knows. I suck in a breath.

"Damn. I gave you too much info. I didn't think you would piece it together." My face frowns. He grins mischievously, Teeth showing in a cutest way. Woah woah woah. Cute?No way in hell did I just call  him cute. He quickly gets into this ridiculously stupid champion pose. "Say hello to the winner of the same tournament, Men's Division." He does a little twirl. Oh. If he was the winner, then...wait. Really!?

"...Wait. so you're In-Tak? Wow. Gotta admit I'm surprised." He bows into a curtsy. "Good job with that roundhouse kick, but the uppercut was a bit excessive. He was about to fall over anyways." I casually say, as if we were having a normal conversation about work instead of discussing how to totally bash someone's head in. He giggles, the polar opposite to his image in the ring. The menacing glare he gives to his opponents would make any normal person faint.

          A question pops in my head, so I ask him, "Wait. I swear when you were competing you had red hair." I point to his mangle of chestnut hastily stuck under a police cap. "What's this?"

"Oh. This?" He gestures to his hair. I give him the no shit Sherlock face as he stares back. "Ah, before every match use temporary dye so people won't notice me outside the ring. My coach's idea." I give him a judgy face. "Doesn't that melt when you sweat?" He shrugs. "Dunno. I'm too busy kicking ass to notice." My eyes roll. "Wow, so smooth In-Tak." He cackles before pausing, and breathes, "Oh. Since I know your real name. I guess you should know mine. The name's Jeongguk."

I quirk an eyebrow. "Age?" He quirks one back at me. "21. You?" "..Same." We both gawk. "School?" I ask again. "Bighit University." "SAMMEE!", I holler before we both start screeching.

After we calmed down he asked me another question. "Ooh, maybe I'll have a class with you this year! I can't believe I've never seen you around campus either." I thought about it before I answered again. "I honestly have no idea. But since we go to the same school, we're the same age, and we're both fighters, we MUST become friends." He beams and nods vigorously. "Most definitely. The only 'friend' I've ever had treated me like a sidekick. It really sucked." I started to bubble with rage. Who could treat this awesome guy as a frickin sidekick?!

"Tell me their name so I can beat their ass." I crack my knuckles in a menacing way, that has Jeongguk cackling all over again. "It's okay, I'm pretty sure Park Jimin is a good guy now." I freeze up, suddenly struggling to breathe. It feels like a bucket of ice cold water was dumped over my head. Park Jimin. The boy I hate with all my heart. Gurgling black pain snakes up my legs and lick up my neck. I think I'm going to be sick. Jeongguk notices and comes over, looking concerned. "Hey, you good bro?" I shake my head. Now is not the time. "It's fine. Just bad memories is all."

He looks confused, before asking, "You knew him?" I wince. "More than knew him. I had a childhood crush on him and he totally tore me down for it. I got bullied because of his friends too. One of the reasons why I started training in martial arts." It was his turn to look mad now. "So you're telling me that because of a silly crush, he bullied you?" I meekly nod. Now he looked  really furious. "Damn, I'll come with you to kick his worthless ass." I laugh. "I do plan on getting some revenge on him. He will pay for what he did to me." He darkly nods. Thick silence drapes over us like a heavy blanket.

A tteokbokki cart passes by, and it reminds me of how hungry I am. "Aye, I'm starving. How about we get outta this crime scene and get some food hm?" As if on cue, his stomach grumbles. I snicker, turning back and walking to a restaurant nearby. He grumbles something akin to 'im literally going to punch my stomach so it'll shut up' before following me, not too far behind. He tells his fellow officers he's leaving, and they give him a thumbs up. As I started to sprint there, he picked up his pace and caught my hand before pulling forward. I look at him. "Hurry! They might close soon!" He smiles brightly. At that moment, an inexplicable feeling washed over me. Whether it was happiness, pride, excitement, or a mix of all of them, I could tell we were going to be friends for a long time.

Before I know it we are inside, getting ready to order. 

"The bowls look really big so let's share one. What do you want to ord-" 

"Bibimmyeon?" I interrupt. He grins so wide I thought his face would crack. "I like how you think. We have to get kkwabaegi after too. There was a bakery right across the street that sells them late." I smile too. "We are going to get along so well Jeongguk." I hold up my fist. "Best friends?" He gives me a knowing look before meeting my fist with his. "Best friends." I gleam back.

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[a/n]: A cute lil' friendship chapter. I plan on having more Jeongguk and Mina chapters as well cause their friendship is sooo cute T-T