𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 • ᴊᴊᴋ √

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The cold floor making my back ache in pain but I still have to workout somehow. Even in this scrappy place.

Especially in this terrible place. Since all we are about to do is fight.

The person that was near me kept tapping on the wall for almost 2 minutes now. My patience was running low.

I get up from the floor heading straight to the wall almost whispering.

"Will you stop?"

"No" his voice was deep and husky and I could easily tell he was almost 30.

"You're getting on my nerves " I growl and he chuckles. It's the same chuckle I heard yesterday when I shouted.

"So you're Jungkook who won that bastard?" His accent was weird telling me he wasn't from here. But I could tell this guy wants somehow to befriend me.

"Yeah"

"You've earned my respect .." he let's out a soft laugh before talking "kookie"

Kookie? Hell nah I'm not a child to be called that.

"My name is Jeon Jungkook " I say sternly showing him that I was dead serious but his laugh kept going on.

"For me you're Kookie,  until you prove me you are Jeon Jungkook little boy"

I roll my eyes moving away from the wall. This guy is seriously so annoying. Who the fuck he thinks he is anyways.

I keep punching the air to warm up continuing my workout but that moron kept talking.

"You know.. I'm kinda curious. How did you win Hunter?"

"It was a lucky move, he would have killed me" I groan at the thought of losing.

"Is that so?" He let's out a soft sigh and I could tell he got up from the bed. This place is so silent i can even tell if someone woke up or not.

We don't exchange any more words and he let me workout in peace.

Or i thought so.

The doors suddenly open making me turn to see. In front of me I saw a guy almost 7 feet tall staring right at me. He had a twisted smile written on his lips and he didn't have an eye.

The veins on his forehead and neck were popping out meaning he was angry. Do they wake up angry here?

"Come on Chico ,  let that boy live" another guy with a dark skin talked looking at me. He was tall too , much more muscular than the previous guy. Chico. He had light blue eyes and he didn't seem too dangerous.

But that guy could definitely break you in half. Both at fight and bed.

Chico groaned and followed behind him , the other fighters went down the stairs also making me furrow my eyebrows.

"It's breakfast time , Kookie" the same familiar voice talked making me look beside me.

There he was the annoying guy. He was at my height surprisingly , he was slim and had tattoos all over his body and face.

His hair were dark and his eyes brown.

"Done checking me out? I thought you were straight?" He smirks turning around to go downstairs as well.

"I have a girlfriend you ass!" I scoff at him and he laughs as we head downstairs and into the huge room with them tables.

My eyes widened when I saw there were some sandwiches wrapped around a plastic bag on each table and all of the fighters kept running and punching each other just to get one.

This is terrible.

Many of them must be starving this way.

"What the fuck is this?" I say turning to look at the annoying guy but he wasn't there.

I look in front of me again and there he was. Holding 2 sandwiches in his hand with a satisfied look on his face.

"Here" he throws the sandwich and I catch it in the air. ," you're lucky. I only broke two legs today"

"Your legs are fine-"

"Not mine" he laughs at my words and I turn to look away annoyed.

We sit on top of the table in a corner , eating and staring at the view in front of us.

2 people were dead and 3 were injured.

And let's not talk about the blood on the floor that kept disgusting me.

A bell rang and we see some bodyguards holding tasers , everyone got up and went towards their cells.

"Come on , Kookie , time to go inside again" he motions me to follow him and I simply follow. I dont know why. But he seems more normal than the others. I guess.

Once we reach the second floor we stand in front of our "rooms". Before getting inside I feel a slight tap on my shoulder and it was the Kookie guy.

"Get ready for tonight" he smirks playfully.

"I told you I have a girl-"

"Hell no" he shows me a disgusted face and I roll my eyes again. "That's not what I meant. I mean tonight Jason will fight."

He turns his head a bit to the side showing me the door where the dark skin was.

"Every night , someone fights. Hunter chooses whom and who will be the opponent " he continues.

"So is Jason a good fighter?"

"He is" he replies coldly.

"Boys get inside!" A bodyguard shouts coming towards us and we both head inside watching the door close behind us.

I move towards the wall quickly sitting on the bed.

"So what kind of fights we have here?"

"You see.." he takes a deep breath moving closer to the wall so I can hear him clearer.
"There will be different dangerous weapons that the fighters can use. But , one of them has to be dead. In the most brutal way."

"How brutal?"

"You gon see" he says moving away from the wall making me overthink now.

What kind of fighting style does Hunter have in his mind.

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End of Chapter 03🥀