White Rose

Namjoon's eyes glinted with mischief, and he walked into the room, his movements smooth and confident. He reached into the pouch at his side and pulled out two daggers, their steel blades catching the dim light in the room.

"How about a friendly spar?" Namjoon's voice was teasing, almost playful. "Let's see how much you've improved".

Seokjin's lips pressed into a thin line, the urge to accept burning in his chest. It wasn't like he had a choice. Namjoon had always been someone who loved a challenge, and Seokjin had been training for this very moment.