"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." . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ 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! ✧)

"I finally found you," he murmurs from behind that black mask, the outline of a lip piercing evident as it merely glints in the shadows of her rented flat. He points a gun to her forehead, eyes narrowed. "Uh. . . are you the kid I ripped off in uni' or that fat son of a bitch barking at me over a spilled chicken wing?" ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚✧ In which Jungkook wants to kill her as retribution and her life has been flipped around. From now, it's either pull the trigger or die trying. (mafia au & enemies to lovers! ✧)