"Ok you all. We fill be fighting. You only stop when the opponent gives up," Captain Seokjin swallowed the lump in his throat as he stared at all of us. "Or when we call off the fight."

         Captain Yoongi's fingers twitched, biting his lip harshly, almost drawing blood, in ancipation.

         "First up, Ms. (L/n) and Mr. Iuhn." The name almost made me roll my eyes. If he really is a flirt, he'll be way too easy.

      "Captain Jimin was right. You are pretty," Iuhn get in a stance.

       "Begin whenever you like," Captain Jimin narrowed his eyes at his student.

        Not giving a second thought, I brought my leg up, hitting him in the hip. His leg buckled slightly before he swung, but it was easy to dodge the slow fist. My next kick was aimed straight at his knee, making it give out from under him.

        He was startled, and not letting him get over the shock, I elbowed him in the back, right between the shoulder blades. He fell face first on the mat, and crossed my arms, kicking him in the side.

        "Hyung... don't you think she's going a little far?" Captain Namjoon asked Captain Seokjin.

       Captain Seokjin was about to call off the match, but Captain Jimin hushed him. "No. Just wait."

      Soon enough, Iuhn jumped up, throwing a punch right into my cheek. Something cut it, and I felt anger flush through my veins. "That's foul play, you bastard," I grabbed his hair, making him yelp and I threw him to the ground. He got up in an instant, grabbing my hair and throat, tugging harshly at the (h/c) strands.

        "It doesn't feel good, does it?" He spat in my face, his hand also gripping my neck harder, slowly crushing my airways.

         "Let go of me!" I flailed, kicking and hitting.

        "Aish... so pretty. Too bad you're a bitch," Iuhn growled, punching me more. I started tasting metal, but I was worried about the hand on my throat.

       "Let her go! Call the match off, Jin!" I could faintly hear Captain Yoongi and tried to turn my head, but Iuhn's grip tightened.

      "I told you to let her go!" My grip of my throat released and I fell to my hands and knees, desperately gasping for air.

      "Jimin! Come punish your student!" Captain Yoongi barked at the younger soldier who nodded and came over, kicking and slapping Iuhn before grabbing the male by the collar  of his shirt and dragging him away.

      Coughing, I spat out the blood that came from my busted lip and gums, also bringing one hand to my bloodied lip and looking at the crimson that was left of the pads of my fingers.

       My head throbbed, and I hissed, but didn't look up at Captain Yoongi. I was ashamed, though, I didn't know why.

        "We should get you cleaned up," he said gently, bringing a hand up to my bloodied and cut up cheek.

       "Let's go," I refused to act weak, but it probably showed all in my eyes and how my lip trembled when I looked him in the eye. It didn't necessarily hurt, but felt slightly betrayed. Why hadn't they stopped the fight earlier.

* * * *

        "Are you alright? You sure you don't need anything? Maybe a drink?" Captain Yoongi gently wiped the last blood on my cheeks and patching them up. Next was my mouth. I know how he's going to work on my lip, but how is he going to do my gums?

        "I'm fine," I said quietly. I won't deny, though; I like the attention.

        "Just tell me if anything hurts or if you need anything," he clicked his tongue, gently grabbing my lip and pulling slightly to get a good view of the cut, from my teeth, that kept bleeding.

          "It'ps veen hurting this whole time," I mumbled, trying to talk.

        "Haha," he said sarcastically.

        "I not joking," It was heard to pronounce I'm.

       "It's going to hurt," he shrugged.

       I shuddered from embarrassment, thinking how disgusting I looked. I had blood all over me, and blood isn't very attractive.

        "Wahnn knouh suhthing uhnny?" I mumbled.

         "I can't understand you," he sighed, letting go of my lip.

         "Wanna know something funnt?" I repeated.

         "Hm?"

         "When I said that some soldiers aren't handsome, I wasn't talking about you," I quirk my lips up into a small smirk.
 
         "So I'm handsome?" He also smirked, subtly getting closer to me.

          "Yup. My friends talked about you all the time," I said calmly. "So I decided to turn on the news for them and they showed me which one was the famous Yoongi."

          "Oh really?" He husked, his breath hitting my lips.

            "Yup. You're quite famous in Daegu," my fingers twitched. How can such an intimate moment come only after a few weeks of meeting someone?

        He never said anything, except for the feeling of the heart shaped lips gently pressing into mine.

        "Hyung, dinner time," Captain Taehyung walked in, then stopped. "So... you wanna talk about anything?"

       Captain Yoongi ripped his lips from mine, glaring at the younger soldier. "Leave."

        "Yes sir. Wouldn't want to see anything that's only for your eyes," Captain Taehyung smirked like a child and closed the door.

        Captain Yoongi blinked slowly, then looked at me. "You taste like blood."

        "I wonder why," I rolled my eys, making him chuckle.

         "We better head to dinner," he winked, making me flush red, and gave me another quick peck.

         "That was quick," I got up.

         "Hm?"

         "Nothing."