A blow horn.

A fucking blow horn.

Jolting up from your deep slumber, you throw your pillow at the figure who catches it, rolling his eyes at the same incident that happens everytime he wakes you up.

"Get your ass up. We're gonna be late." He says, dropping the pillow on the carpeted floor of your room before slamming the door shut behind him.

Pulling away the strands of hair that are stuck to the side of your cheek, you scamper into the toilet before laying your entire weight on the counter, staring at the unknown person that looks back at you with the same distraught look.

You weren't the typical girl that people would imagine. Your defined abs and bruised knuckles were proof of the back breaking routines you went through everyday to pursue the things you loved.

Your life wasn't as easy as it was before your title was snatched away by a rookie, thereby putting you away for years as younger and determined boxers took their place in the ring.

Well, being the younger sister of Jeon Jungkook, the current male lightweight champion of the world didn't make your life any easier. The constant comparation between the two began to brew feelings of jealousy and repulsion towards your elder brother.

He never had taken a liking towards you anyways, and you never knew why. But you also knew that he had a short temper and even the simplest of questions could set off the spark that starts his wild fire. After deciding to move out of your parents house because of their drunken behaviour, you begged Jungkook to take you along with him.

So, to this day he holds it as leverage, saying that you should be grateful he even gave you the free ticket to leave with him.

The impatient banging on the door to your room snaps you out of your trance as you begin multitask, brushing your teeth and hopping around on one leg, trying to stuff your legs into the skinny jeans that had now become a permanent item to wear since you couldn't afford more clothes because of the position you were in.

Merely stuffing your hair into a ponytail, you grab your bag to see the front door already open and the keys on the couch, which could only mean one thing.

Crap.

Lunging forward, you grab the keys and shove them into the keyhole, managing to lock the door before you take off down the hallway, bumping into multiple people before stopping in front of the elevator.

"Come on... Come on..." You mutter impatiently, tapping your foot against the tiled floor as you wait for the elevator to reach your floor only to realize you hadn't pressed the button.

"Goddamn it!" You yell as you decide to take the stairs, skipping multiple steps to reach your destination before it's too late.
Landing on the now carpeted ground floor of your residency, you sprint past the lady at the counter who chuckles at you and into the parking lot, your eyes desperately searching for the black Kia Forte.

Your eyes widen when you see it pulling out of the parking lot, your feet immediately carrying you into another sprint towards it. Upon reaching it, you knock on the window before it rolls down to reveal an agitated Jungkook.

"I told you I would leave without you if you take too long, Y/N." His sharp tone cutting through the silence.
"Hurry up and get in." He says, diverting his eyes to the road as you get in and strap yourself to the seat, your eyes tempted to glance at his usual serious exterior, focused on the road except for a few glances at his phone when a message or two pops up.

Looking at the time on your phone, you groan as you know you're going to be late for training again, which means an extra hour of cleaning up after the trainees when the day's done.

Leaning your head back against the seat, you close your eyes and try to catch as much sleep as possible before reaching the training center.

Most of the things you were able to have was because of Jungkook. You wouldn't have been able to enter a training center if not for Jungkook's major influence. But they came with a cost too.. by joining one of the best centers, you join one of the most bratty batches of trainees you've ever met.

Even then, the comparation never stops. You can't blame your brother for being good at what he does, but the combination of his sour attitude and the kiss-ass people around him, you can't help but want to claw your way to that position to prove to him that you can be that too.

Sure, the loss of your title managed to stain his career a little, but you got the most amount of backlash from fans turned haters. In the end, Jungkook was still placed on a pedestal and you were standing in his shadows.

You would've felt better if he had been a little nicer to you. Maybe a little smile, or just a normal conversation that siblings would usually have.. that's all it would take for you to change your perspective of him, but it never happened.

Everyday was a battle as you continued training and honing the skills you once had, waiting for your big break... Waiting to fight the one that took everything away from you.

Pulling up at the center, Jungkook taps your shoulder, drawing you out of your momentary nap.
"We're here." He says, before opening the door and slamming it shut behind him. With a sigh, you step out and jog upto the gym, bracing for what was about to come next.

"Jeon Y/N.."
The coach sings as he strolls up to the both of you, nodding at your brother, signalling him that he was good to go. With a smirk, Jungkook walks past the coach and begins his stretches as the coach turns to you.

"Late again! This is your fourth time and I'm sure you know what that means."
Groaning, you point and Jungkook and say,
"How come he doesn't face the consequences?"
"Well.. if you were as good as him, that would be a whole different story.. but that isn't the case, is it?" He says, clearing his throat and continuing.
"One more time you get lippy with me, it'll be two hours Ms. Jeon."

Gritting your teeth and pushing the burning sensation in your chest down, you bow and walk over to a boxing bag, pulling you shirt above your head so you're left with your boxing bra and shorts.

(The pic stands for both your outfit and physique.)

Picking up your pair of black boxing gloves, you run your finger over the torn bit of fabric, the same pair that you wore on the match where you were defeated and pumelled down.

Shoving your scarred hands into the gloves after you've done your stretching, you begin with light jabs at the bag, steadily increasing to now powerful blows in a rythm. The muscles on your arms flex and roll with each punch, the defined abs on your torso showing out.

You glance at the ring placed in the center of the gym as two men enter, namely Jungkook and his all-time rival, Park Jimin.
You never liked the guy, his cocky attitude would get under your skin and you did your best to avoid him, and that was the only thing your brother and you could agree on.

Although Jungkook decided to hate him because of his increasing skill, after almost knocking out Jungkook in the practice ring one day. Jungkook's ego couldn't handle that and so, Park Jimin and him were destined enemies in this place. Your punches slow down as you hear the other trainees whisper when the two men stand in front of each other, flexing and muttering, taunting each other.

The coach was out of the room at the moment, and had no idea what was going on here, for Jimin and Jungkook decided to go against each other at the moment. The male trainees cheered and booed while the female ones just watched, checking out their physique.

Jungkook was a muscle pig, but even though he was in the lightweight class, he could wrestle down anyone heavier than him. Whereas Jimin on the other hand, was shorter and had a leaner body with toned muscles and strong arms that could knock out anyone with the perfect strike. His smaller physique allowed him to easily dodge Jungkook's heavy strikes.

They were a heck of a match, and soon enough, Jimin landed the first kick to Jungkook's leg. This was Kickboxing after all, and Jungkook threw his right arm out only to fly over Jimin's head when he dunked.

With their hands in front of their faces in defense, Jungkook moves forward, landing a blow to Jimin's body as Jimin moves away, waiting for the perfect timing to strike. Jumping up and down, Jimin extends his hand and curled his fingers in and out, taunting Jungkook.

With a smirk, he pranced forward, his hand colliding with Jungkook's face in a flash and moved away. Stunned, Jungkook moved around the ring before his senses returned and let me tell you, it wasn't the best of feelings at the moment.

His nostrils flared and muscles bulged, and you knew that his anger was getting the better of him. When Jungkook's angry, nothing standing in his way would be left alive and at the moment, Jimin was his primary target.

Lunging forward, he hooks his hand around Jimin, lifting him up and slamming him back down to the floor, earning 'Ooh's and yells from his fellow friends in the background. You knew this wasn't gonna end well for Jimin, and you kinda felt bad for the guy at the moment.

With his hands covering his face to block Jungkook's furious punches, the intense match is interrupted when the coach walks in shocked, yelling,
"What the hell is going on here? You two! Out of the goddamn ring now!"

Glaring at Jimin below him, Jungkook lifts himself off him, spitting to the side before walking off, leaving another angered Jimin to stomp out of the ring.
"The rest of you, back to work!" The coach yells, clapping his hands and I sigh, rolling my eyes and walking back to my bag.

When will this ever change?

A/N : Surpriiise! New story out and I can't be happier.. I've always been a UFC simp and the idea for this story popped into my head :)... please do support me on this story and don't forget to vote and comment!

Stay hoes <3
Kim