jichutea
⋆·˚ ༘ * prologue
Twelve fists once rose together.
Same ring. Same blood. Same promise.
Now, only six remain.
The underground arena roared beneath the city, sweat, metal, and rage soaking into concrete that remembered every fallen body. Names were carved into the walls, some crossed out. Some erased.
Junghwan's wasn't.
Not yet.
Haruto stood in the shadows, knuckles wrapped, jaw clenched. Every punch he threw these days carried weight not just power, but memory.
Betrayal.
The night everything split apart. The night twelve became six and brothers became enemies.
And then there was you.
You weren't supposed to be here.
Not in this world. Not after what happened.
But when your eyes met his across the ring steady, unreadable.
Haruto's chest tightened in a way no punch ever could. This wasn't just a fight anymore. It was a reckoning.
A reunion doesn't always mean forgiveness.
Sometimes, it means war.
𓆩♡𓆪 you need to read to find out.
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