mafia [j.jk]

six

1 week time skip

"fuck." i cursed in pain as my body hit the mat for what seemed like the thousandth time today.
i heard jungkook chuckle from above me. "come on, let's try again."
i groaned as i forced myself to stand up again, wiping my sweaty forehead with my arm. we've been training for a while now, and yet i don't think i'm making much progress.

when jungkook told me that he was going to start training me a week ago, i didn't know it would be this intense. he's teaching me how to physically defend and attack right now, and i've never felt like more of a failure in my life then now.
he keeps knocking me down, no matter how hard i try to dodge or block his attacks. he's too quick.
but, i mean. he is a mafia leader.
so.

jungkook pulled his boxing gloves tighter on his hands, subconsciously letting me do the same. he seemed like he was having fun.
"try hitting me again. focus." he raised his hands in defense, ready for my attack.
i slightly hopped in my position for a couple seconds, before swinging my arm forward and towards jungkook's chest as fast as i can.
as expected, he grabbed my fist with his hand and pushed it back into my own chest, before knocking my feet down, letting my body hit the floor once again.

"you should be ready for any sort of attack your opponent may hit you with." jungkook simply said, as he watched me struggle to get up once again to try and get at least one hit on this guy.
he helped me stand up after i whined about how much my body hurts.
"one more time, y/n. you're getting better."
i feel like i'm familiar with jungkook's strategy. besides his quick thinking and movement, he doesn't really focus on his lower body as much as his upper. he's always focusing on his chest and upwards, not his abdomen and legs.

i think i know what to do.

i tightened my gloves once again.
"give it another try." jungkook said, and once again, he raised his arms in defense.
i began executing the plan i made up a few seconds ago. i taunted jungkook by throwing an arm towards his chest, but not quite enough to the point where he can reach me. he instinctly threw his hand forward to try and block my now disappeared hand.
in a split second, i extended my arm, and punched him straight in the lower abdomen.

jungkook stumbled back a bit in both shock and pain. i used his distraction as an opportunity to swing my legs forward, knocking his own over.
i felt a pure feeling of euphoria rise throughout my entire body at the sight of jungkook finally falling to be ground in defeat, just as he has been doing to me for what seems like decades.
"YES. FUCK YES." i practically screeched in excitement. i resisted the urge to begin dancing around the room.
i knocked down the fucking mafia leader.

jungkook groaned for a couple seconds as he clenched his abdomen in pain.
"pick me up." he weakingly said, extending an arm towards me.
"you're acting like you can't pick yourself up, but okay." i reached over to grab his hand.
in a blink of an eye, jungkook pulled me forward towards him. my chest collapsed on top of his. everything happened so quickly.
i raised my head, only to find his standing centimeters away from mine.

i felt my cheeks burn at the sight of his face being so close to mine, and every couple seconds, i would find my eyes drifting to his lips. even though jungkook isn't the nicest guy, no one can deny his godly good looks.
jungkook just stared into my eyes, his lips lightly parted.
i cleared my throat, as i began to realize what was happening. "i think that's enough practice for today."
i began to push myself off of him, and both of us were stood up after a couple seconds.

"i'll see you later." my voice was rushed as i quickly gave jungkook my goodbyes and slid out of the room.

fuck. did that really just happen?