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"You think you're gonna win, Rox?" Jungkook grinned, playing with his lip piercing as he slid a tattooed hand into the back pocket of her low-rise jeans. His other hand slid up her side, keeping her close and snug against his chest. "It's gonna take a hell lot more than stomping your cute heels at me and glaring at me like that."
She fakes a smile, flashing a star-shaped tooth gem. Crossing her arms against her lace-clad chest, she retorts, "Yeah, I'm gonna win. And when I do, JK, your dick is the first thing I'll stomp on."
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There are two types of people in the world: winners and losers. You want to make it big? Be a winner. You want to pay the bills? Be a winner. You want all the goddamn respect beyond the underground? Don't fall down the ranks.
In which Jungkook and Roxanne can't afford to lose and there can only be one winner.
(underground boxer au, y2k, & rivals to lovers! β§)