Hoseok bent down and quickly looked at Kara who was trying to get up, breathing heavily. Asuma and Ho-Min, his opponent took positions across from him, trying to get to Kara who was struggling with the pain in her ribs and stomach.

The final match had nothing to do with the singles battles. He was mixed and Ho-Min ruthless, which encouraged the otherwise scared Asuma.

As Hoseok stood up, recovering from Ho-Min's kick, both of their opponents had applied a press to Kara, who managed to avoid Asuma, but not the man, whose shoulder slammed into the side of her body and threw her away, flipping her over several times both in the air and on the mat.

"Back!" Kara ordered softly and Hoseok slowly stepped back, leaning forward. She rose to her knees, waiting for the moment. Asuma caught herself, and before Ho-Min could stop her, she stepped up, expecting him to follow her.

"Now!" Hoseok snarled, Kara jerked to her feet and powered past Hoseok who backed away and Kara's high kick deflected off Asuma who slammed into Ho-Min.

The two failed to stay on their feet and Ho-Min fell back, trying to keep his own balance, he pushed the surprised Asuma against Kara, who countered with an open palm strike to the solar plexus.

Hoseok snorted as Asuma slumped unconscious and Kara stood beside her with her legs slightly apart, giving her a chilling look. "Don't you ever touch anything mine again, bitch!" Kara hissed, glancing back at the man who was shifting his eyes between his two opponents.

"Surrender before Hoseok loses control..." Kara quietly advised him and Ho-Min turned to look at Hoseok who slowly walked towards him, towering menacingly with a deathly icy gaze.

However, Ho-Min hesitated for too long. Stepping back towards the end of the ring, his back hit the net and he forgot the courage of a moment ago when Kara was lying injured on the ground and Hoseok was protecting her.

Asuma moved slightly and Kara simply kicked her, knocking her unconscious again, her arms crossed with a merciless grin, watching Hoseok stalk the other man.

"Do you know what happens to men who dare even touch a Jung's woman?" Hoseok growled, his eyes darkening with rage and bloodlust.

"I warned you!" Kara laughed cheerfully and Ho-Min blinked at her, then at Hoseok. The looks on both of them spoke of madness and were proof that the pair enjoyed instilling fear and inflicting pain.

"I give up!" Ho-Min shouted loudly, raising his hand. Hoseok looked at him questioningly, then disappointed. "A moron and a weakling!" he hissed mockingly and sat back, looking at Kara with a wide smile.

She nodded at him, but her smile quickly melted, her body went limp, and she clutched her ribs, falling to her knees. "Kara!" Hoseok was at her side for a second and helped her up, supporting her.

"I'm fine." she leaned against him, burying her face in his chest. "Broken?" he watched her worriedly, careful not to touch her ribs. "Probably." she confirmed and let out a painful sigh as the referee stepped into the ring announcing the names of the new King and Queen.

Yoongi stood next to them, looking at his sister's pale face, then turned a death glare to Ho-Min, who was standing to one side of the referee. "He thinks he's safe..."

Yoongi nodded in Namjoon's direction, who answered, then glared at Ho-Min, who had no idea he wouldn't live to see the morning.

At Hoseok's request, the so-called coronation procedure was cut to a minimum given Kara's injuries.

"Nothing broken or cracked, but badly bruised." Hoseok nodded at the doctor and smiled at Kara, who returned the smile, closing her eyes.

"Jimin, Taehyung, secure the exit, the car will be waiting for us out front." Hoseok ordered. "Yoongi, is it okay if you accompany us and stay with us for a while?" Yoongi nodded, pulling out his phone to alert his father.

"Namjoon and Jin hyung?" Hoseok looked at Yoongi. "I sent them to have fun with your runner-up." Hoseok nodded. Jungkook appeared at the door. "They're all gathered. They're waiting to see if they still have a queen."

"Fools!" Hoseok growled and looked worriedly at Kara who sat up slightly. "You don't have to walk my love, I'll carry you!" he insisted but she shook her head.

"They must not see that I am badly wounded, mi amore, you know it as well as I do." she stood up and leaned against him. "She's right Hoseok and they already think of her as the weakling, let her shut them up."

"So be it, but only until we get home, then you'll rest for at least a week and no objections!" Kara smiled, nodded and kissed him.

"Alright, are you all ready. Let's show them our king and queen in all their royal glory!" Yoongi nodded to Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung who walked in front of them, Kara and Hoseok following in the middle with Hoseok holding Kara like he just had his arms around her waist, Yoongi walking behind them, with two more guards.

At the exit, the group was met with curious looks. Some showed respect and loyalty by bowing low. Others just looked at them enviously.

But there was a third kind of look. Judging, threatening, looking for weakness, a sign that they have a chance to win.

Kara and Hoseok stopped for a moment, letting themselves be photographed. Hoseok leaned down and kissed her passionately, she sighed against his lips, smiled softly, then walked in front of him proudly splaying her shoulders, showing the power of the mob queen.

Kara reached the car without showing a hint of pain or weakness. She smiled contentedly, glancing back at Hoseok from time to time. She waited for Jungkook to open the car door for her and slid easily into the back seat, waiting for her fiancé.

"Shit!" she gritted her teeth and arched her back as soon as the dark windows of the car hid them from the crowd.

"You did great sis, you can rest now. Dad said to call him tomorrow to let him know how you are." Yoongi sat across from them in the limo.

Kara nodded and settled back, relaxing against Hoseok's chest, who gently wrapped his arms around her, looking worriedly at her face. "I'm just tired, it hurts, but not that much." Kara reassured him, but Hoseok looked uncertainly at Yoongi, who pursed his lips and shook his head.

Both of them were aware that a press-type blow was extremely painful, especially when the one hit was many times smaller than one of the attackers.

Even for a man, the pain would have been excruciating, luckily Kara had nothing broken. Hoseok rested his chin on her head and listened to her breathing, slightly ragged from the pain.

He regretted not taking care of Ho-Min himself, but the Kim brothers weren't going to let him get away with it.