District Unknown | BTS ✓

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{Jeon}

No... no, no, no.

He fucked up, he fucked up so bad. 

Clutching the side of the tattoo bed with sweaty hands, Jungkook's body tensed. After a split second of silence, his limbs moved as if some inexperienced person was controlling them remotely and his eyes were wide, starring blankly at Jimin as he slowly rose to his feet. "You're in a gang." Jungkook spoke hesitantly, his stern voice not matching the heavy beating of his heart against his chest. 

He had been so careful these past five years in Seoul. Not once had a tattoo artist taken any notice of the gang symbol tattooed on his forearm, even if he had pointed it out they would simply comment on how nice the design is before dropping the conversation. 

Jimin was different, there was no doubt this male knew where his tattoo was from. And there was only one way for a person to identify his tattoo... if they themselves were part of gang related activities. 

At Jungkook's words, Jimin's eyes grew stern, bright glimmer being subdued by a coldness as the orange haired male too rose to his feet, standing almost chest to chest with Jungkook as he stare up at the taller male. Taking a step back, Jimin removed his latex gloves, tossing them aside without a care, "I am." he growled, voice low and husky. 

Jungkook swore his heart sank at those two words, although he wasn't a part of the notorious 'Jeon' crime syndicate anymore, as long as he had the tattoo, he was Jimin's enemy. 

Both males new exactly what was going to go down the moment they began to warm up. Jimin rocked back and forth on his feet, stretching his arms over his body as his eyes narrowed at the brunette male before him. Jungkook on the other hand rolled his neck, cracking his muscles as he looked down upon Jimin's smaller form. 

Piece of cake right? 

Take down the midget and flee the building.

The air was still, both males raising their fists in front of them as they prepared to fight. In the frozen second between stand off and fighting, Jungkook watched as Jimin's eyes flickered from the shelf, to him. His face was unreadable, no fear, no invitational smirk. 

Jungkook was just banking on him being as strong as his height. But his eyes were soon to widen at the sight of Jimin's hands, the male's knuckles noticeably bruised and peeled, a sign that this male was most likely an expert in close combat. 

Why didn't he notice this back when Jimin was typing at the computer, or when he was putting on his gloves? Maybe Jungkook had been letting his guard down too much recently. 

As the room fell into complete silence... the fight began. 

Jungkook didn't know who threw the first punch, but suddenly his fist was slamming into the midget's chest whilst Jimin sunk his into Jungkook's stomach. As they both stumbled apart blood pooled in Jungkook's mouth as he gagged, spitting out the crimson red substance before wiping at his now cherry coloured lips. 

They both caught their breaths before diving back at one another, eyes narrowed in determination. Jungkook swiftly dodged his fist before coming up with his own; and for a brief instant, Jimin's dark hazel eyes widened before he managed to tilt his head back and slam it into the brunette's. Stars burst at Jungkook's vision but he shook it off, blindly throwing another punch as it landed square against the side of Jimin's face, sending his body stumbling forcefully to the side and crashing into the metal shelf of tattoo ink, bottles falling to the floor 

Taking the chance, Jungkook leapt towards the door of the studio but was quick to let out a gasp as his feet fell out from underneath him. 

From his position on the floor Jimin had extended his leg, kicking out Jungkook's legs and sending him to the floor. Jimin was quick to leap towards the fallen male, but was taken aback when Jungkook reached out his inked arm, shoving the smaller male aside with brute force before he too rose to his feet once again.