Fighting has always been his passion, even when he started training boxing, the only thing he was grateful to his father for, they became an invariable part of him. It wasn't just an outpouring of anger, but a kind of freedom, an escape from the shackles of the rules he would otherwise have to follow outside of combat. But tonight was different, it was more exciting, the adrenaline was more powerful than ever, Jungkook felt more alive and strong than ever before.

"Calm down, for God's sake!" Namjoon hissed, placing a hand on Jungkook's bouncing knees. "I'm sorry" he wasn't sorry at all though. His eyes were roaming the crowd, his heart was like a hound chasing its game, blood was rushing in his ears and he couldn't wait to step out into the middle of the ring and crush his opponent. His whole body was tingling with anticipation. Jungkook hadn't felt like this since his first street fight.

Tonight, not only he felt different, the crowd seemed different, their shouts sounded louder and more exalted, causing his muscles and fists to contract convulsively. The darkness scattered by the dim lighting seemed to tell stories about writing legends. And despite the cool evening, his lungs seemed to absorb only the heat in the air, the anticipation, ecstasy of the onlookers, the euphoria of the rising stakes.

"What the hell is wrong with him?" Hoseok worriedly watched Jungkook, who looked like he was drugged. Namjoon sighed, checking the bandages on Jungkook's arms one last time and nodded to the crowd. Hoseok narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out the reason for Namjoon's irritation and Jungkook's eagerness to step out into the circle. "Shit!" his eyes widened, taking in the sight of Mei-Lin surrounded by Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jin standing around her, separating her from the crowd with their bodies.

"You brought Mei-Lin?" Jungkook looked at him, but his gaze was like a madman's, blurred and full of impatience. "No, hyung, she brought me" he grinned and looked at the only woman who hadn't been intimidated by his aggressive side. "You really are crazy!" Hoseok exclaimed, watching Jungkook's flushed face, which reflected the same pride Mei-Lin was currently looking at him with.

Mei-Lin couldn't take her eyes off Jungkook. She saw him being pulled to the sides by Namjoon, stripping naked to the waist, taking off his shoes and only wearing sports shorts. Namjoon had bound his hands with an elastic bandage and Mei-Lin had seen nothing more arousing than the sight of her boyfriend preparing for a fight. His bare chest heaved and deflated with each deep breath, his biceps quivered and played as Namjoon tied his arms, his thighs outlined beneath the leggings of his shorts, and he looked more like a professional boxer than a street fighter.

"Jin?" she turned to him but didn't look away from Jungkook. "Mmm?" he leaned forward smiling. "Do you carry a gun?" she asked and he gaped at her in amazement. "What do you need a gun for?" Mei-Lin looked at him, her eyes were shining, her lips were swollen from biting, because of the impatience and excitement with which she awaited Jungkook's fight. "If the bastard hurts Jungkook and he can't have sex later, I want you to kill him" Jin stared at her for a moment and then burst out laughing so hard that he not only choked but also drew all eyes, making the crowd quiet for a moment.

She held her breath as Jungkook stood up, doing a few bounces in place as Namjoon rubbed his shoulders and Hoseok removed the towel from his neck. Her eyes took in his strong body as her mind was already running pictures of what was about to happen. happened after paint. There wasn't a single thought that Jungkook might not win, not an iota of doubt in his abilities, only excitement as he approached like a predator towards the middle of the circle and his opponent. His gaze no longer followed her, it was fixed on the other man, shining with bloodlust and foretaste of victory.

Her heart pounded even harder as the two stood facing each other, staring at each other coldly. The other was much bigger than Jungkook and she unconsciously shook Jin and Yoongi's hands as they looked at her. She held her breath, her eyes never leaving Jungkook, fear and pride mixed together as he stood fearlessly against the other, not at all impressed by his size or muscles. A smirk played on his lips, tightening her throat and increasing the arousal between her legs.

Mei-Lin couldn't breathe, she felt like her heart was the hand counting the seconds on a clock. Her body stiffened, the big man shot up with brutal speed and his fingers wrapped around Jungkook's throat, sending him to the ground on his back and pinning him down. Jungkook didn't seem to flinch, he grabbed the man's wrist with both hands and his legs wrapped around the man's neck, who tried to untie them with his free hand while continuing to choke her boyfriend with the other.

Jungkook's ankles locked and he gripped the man's neck, the other managed to almost lift him off the ground, trying to get out of his grasp. Her eyes followed as Jungkook slipped his fingers under the man's palm on his throat and took in a breath while continuing to tighten his own grip. Mei-Lin felt like she was going to pass out as she looked at him on the ground, yet her mind knew that no matter how big the other man was, the lack of air was weakening his body.

The fight didn't last more than five or ten minutes, but she felt like hours had passed. The man was already struggling with both hands to free himself from Jungkook's legs, but his movements were slow and weak and his body slowly sagged and under Jungkook's pressure, he fell to his side and his eyes closed. "That's my boy" Jin muttered next to her, but she could only see Jungkook, how he shook off the man, how he stood up and stretched his shoulders, then rubbed his throat and his eyes turned to her.

His eyes sparkled with life, he held out his hand and she ran to him, falling into his arms and greedily drinking his lips. The crowd erupted, battle, adrenaline and the biggest prize for the winner. Jungkook pressed her and spun her around him, she wrapped her legs around his waist, both of them were out of breath, but no one wanted to break this kiss, so hungry, wild and passionate. Her feet hit the ground and the two reluctantly separated from each other, or at least their lips.

"I think Mei-Lin shouldn't come to your fights anymore" Jungkook snarled in annoyance and looked at Jin questioningly. "On the contrary, it should!" Jin shook his head and grinned. "She was ready to kill the poor man before he even touched you, she asked me for a gun" Jungkook looked at Mei-Lin with raised eyebrows and she blushed, avoiding his gaze. "And why did you want to kill him, my lady?" he grabbed her chin and gently pecked her lips. "Come on Mei-Lin, tell him why?" she shook her head and bit her lip.

"It was so sexy" she answered instead of the truth and stood up on her toes, again pressing her lips into his. "Am I to take it that this is your girl, Jeon?" they both turned their heads to a man in his mid-forties wearing a custom suit. "The only one" Jungkook nodded and squeezed her tighter. "Your profit" he handed Jungkook a wad of money which Namjoon took.

"Nice try, little one," Jin cooed, bringing Jungkook back to his questioning look. "So why did you want to kill him?" May-Lin was seething with shame. "Should I tell him?" Jin raised an eyebrow. "No!" Mei-Lin almost screamed and Jin burst out laughing. "Oh come on, he'll be happy" six pairs of eyes looked at him with interest and one pair murderously. "She asked me to kill your opponent if he hurts you to the point where you can't have sex!" Jungkook stared in astonishment at Mei-Lin, who cowered as if she had been beaten, and the others joined Jin's laughter.

"God, Jungkook, your girlfriend is definitely something, just like your freaky self" Jimin patted his back. "So sex, huh?" Jungkook ignored them and forced Mei-Lin to look at him again. "What can I say, my boyfriend is hot" she rolled her eyes, trying to regain at least some of her pride, but her cheeks were burning. "Let's go, I'm hungry" Taehyung whines and Yoongi nods, following him to the car. "I have a date with Lily" Jimin announced and Mei-Lin looked at him in surprise but said nothing.

"Hoseok, are you coming?" Jin pulled Hoseok to his car. "Don't tell me you have a date with Sue?" the two didn't answer her, but Hoseok waved his hand without turning around. "See you tomorrow at the bank?" Jungkook nodded at Namjoon, who also quietly disappeared. Suddenly only Mei-Lin and Jungkook were left in the place, no crowd, no man, no noise, only their pulse, sounding like train wheels on the tracks.

"Did you got scared?" Jungkook asked softly and led her to the car where his clothes were. "A little" she admitted and he lifted her up to sit on the hood and then he slipped his t-shirt and baggy bottoms on over the shorts, slipped on the shoes without the socks and stood between her knees. "Do you really like that?" Mei-Lin asked, her hands hanging behind his back. "Very much, and I'm grateful that you supported me" he smiled and pulled her to him, hiding his face in her neck.

"I love you, Jungkook" the words slipped from her lips before she could stop them and he snapped his head up. His eyes pierced her soul and she bit her lip. "I...that..." he cut her off with a kiss. "I love you too my lady, you have no idea what you are doing to me and how much I love you!" words were already redundant, Jungkook picked her up and stepped aside, opening the door to the back seat.