𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙔 𝘽𝙊𝙔

blood and cum

Namjoon x Jungkook

It was all thanks to the invitation that Namjoon refused at first

this.

Namjoon grumbled under his breath when his overly excited best friend dragged him with continuos cheers. It's something about watching his favorite fighter and Namjoon hissed again. How can human beings, left their humanity behind and paid a high price to watch people killing each other in the ring? He sighed, squinting his eyes at the crowd of people on the street. It's a street fight, what do you expect.

"okay, Wang. Can I not stay?" He asked, rolling his eyes when Jackson scoffed at him.

"C'mon, toughie. Just a few bloody round, that's it." Jackson said, grinning before he squished himself in-between the crowd. Namjoon tightened his grip on the male's hand, afraid of staying on his own in this tough, buffed looking male with tattoos all over their body. No, no.

They stood on the second row and Namjoon let his eyes wandered around. The ring was covered with dried spots of blood. Red and blue thick string securing it. There's a girl, dressed in a less proper manner holding up a sign with number. Caked up face with red lipstick. The crowd cheered when the MC walked and stood in the middle. "So, I welcome you our challenger, B-FREE the dragon!" The crowd once again roared when the tall buffed male jumped into the ring, a dragon tattoo on his back. Namjoon's face scrunched up, he looks like a serial killer.

"Next, our best fighter, the king on the street. JEON JUNGKOOK!" As the name was shouted into the mic, the crowd grew wild. Namjoon flinched at the loud scream, pressing himself to Jackson who laughed at him. "he's the famous one, Joon. You'll not leave the ring without broken limbs" Jackson shouted into his ears because the crowd still is wild, showing no sign of calming down.

Namjoon shook his head at the explanation. They were all nothing but monsters and dumbasses who hurt others and themselves for money. Selfish, stupid. Namjoon thought to himself. He watched the scene behind him, his eyes were glued on Junglebook? Jungcock? What's his name again? Whatever. He looks fine, strong jaw, high bridged nose with doe yet sharp eyes and thin pink lips. Not to mention his tattooed nape. Trialing his eyes down, he blushed at the v-line and how his shorts was hanging helplessly on it. Whatta man.

His eyes widened when their eyes were locked for a few seconds. He swore, he swore that jungcock guy smirked at him. A heat went straight to his dick. Who knows a street fighter can be this hot. He thought they all look like a rapist and serial killer to be honest. This jungcock guy just changed his mind.

A ring echoed. Namjoon paid a close attention at how the two males were glaring at each other, tempting their competitor to attack first. Giving up, Jungkook threw the first punch to the sugar free (?) guy. What a bland name for a street fighter. He clenched his eyes shut when blood spurted from the sugar guy when Jungkook locked his head, kneed his ribs and threw him on the ground. He saw how his face writhed in pain. It was just 15 minutes if the fight yet the male looked like he was dying. Bruises, cuts on his skin. A bell caused whines to echo in the room. The first round has ended.

Namjoon heaved out a deep relieved sigh. He looked over to the side to see Jackson...... not at his side. His eyes widened, heart started to pump faster as he whipped his head around. "Jackson? Jackson!" He shouted for the male but no, there's no blonde male in red jacket come into his sight. He started to panic, sweats forming in his forehead and at that moment. Round 2 started. The bell chimed, the previous girl walked on the stage holding a sign with number 2 written on it with a smile. He exhaled loudly and continue to pay attention two those two monsters.