bad boy | jjk ✔️

twenty eight.

your pov

    I stepped forward, seeing if Jae-eun would accept the challenge. She looked at me for a second before stepping up as well. Jae-eun stood tall, our heights matched—our eyes at the same level.

Her eyes held no fear, like I was a nobody to her. I knew that she wasn't and will never be the same person she was a few months ago. It's like a flip switched—to turn her emotions off.

    We both stood tall, our fists clenched at our sides. Ae-cha didn't seem to interrupt, so she must've been standing on the sidelines.

I took my gun out of it's holster, pointing it at Jae-eun. "You've taken everything from me." I whispered.

"Everything I've done was for you, I trusted you!" My arms didn't shake, I was upset—angry even. Jae-eun seemed to have stayed quiet, but had stepped closer to me when her arms raised in surrender.

"I'm still here, Y/N." Jae-eun whispered, her innocent smile showing. I can't fall for her tricks.

She stepped closer, my gun still aimed on her. Jae-eun was only a foot away now, I gulped.

Within seconds, her hand grabbed my wrist as she knocked the gun out of my hand.

Jae-eun smirked, "let's call this a fair fight. No gun." She smirked as she slowly backed away.

I placed my hands in front of me, making a blocking position. "Come on," I said through gritted teeth.

I haven't been able to use these skills in a real situation, so this could really tell me how I've been doing.

     Jae-eun swung first, but I was quick enough to predict that she would—so I shuffled to the side, a pain hit my jaw as my whole mouth felt crushed. Jae-eun had delivered an uppercut right after I blocked that punch, like she was one step ahead of me.

    I held my jaw, groaning as I pushed myself back up from the floor. I found her smiling and smirking to herself.

I'll give you something to smile about.

    I shook my head block the stinging sensation that had stopped me from doing anything and I finally took over. My arms pushed myself onto the floor swiftly, her eyes burned into me as I walked to her.

    Jae-eun threw an arm, trying to hit my head but I grabbed her wrist and sent a blow towards her stomach. It was hard enough for her to stumble and hold onto the railing. Not good enough. I sent my fist flying into her face, causing her to have a small blackout. Her body fell onto the wooden floor as she lied unconscious.

    I hadn't realized how quickly her blackout was until Jae-eun swiftly pulled my legs up from under me. Gravity pulled me down to the ground, my head hitting first. I don't understand how I didn't blackout, either.

    "Aish," I groan as I hit the floor. I hold my head in between my arms as Jae-eun nudges me with her feet. I also didn't realize how quick she had gotten up, or how long I've been on the floor.

    "Get up Y/N," Jae-eun scolded.

    I groaned, placing my arms below me as I pushed myself up—only to be kicked back down. "I didn't know you knew how to throw punches," she smirked. "They're pretty solid, Bangtan must've trained you well." Jae-eun placed her hands into her pockets.

    "Well, we all have surprises." I commented before kipping up and sending her a roundhouse kick. That must've hurt.

    My mini celebration was interrupted as Ae-cha decided to throw an inexperienced punch at me. She punched my shoulder, missing my face. Not to mention, it didn't hurt at all.