#dammit i cropped it off centre

[sidebleugh]

if neopets was a metal band

[acc3ssdenied]

BRUISED | 02

SUMMARY: You don’t know what you expect when your best friend and her boyfriend invite you to one of his friend’s parties. But, it certainly wasn’t for you to be at an underground boxing venue the next day and for you to be thrown into a world that you had no idea existed

PAIRING: boxer!jungkook x reader, some jimin x reader

GENRE: non-idol au, boxer!jungkook, bad boy!jungkook, tattoo!jungkook, angst, fluff, smut

WARNING: explicit language, yoongi is incredibly chaotic, jungkook is the sweetest angel of all (good luck I’m serious)

WORD COUNT: 3.8k+

A/N: I really love the whole jungkook with tattoos and him being a boxer/ bad boy so I have decided to write my own! this will have updates alternating with mélomanie most likely but, I also have to keep up with my wattpad schedule. please tell me what you think and ask if you would like to be added to the tag list <3

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CHAPTER TWO

Your foul mood didn’t leave with your hangover. For some reason, every single thing about Jeon Jungkook made you want to throw yourself out of your fifth-floor apartment - repeatedly. What did he mean ‘who fucking cares’  he was the one who had said ‘who’s asking’. The rational part of you was insisting that dwelling on him was pointless, the chances of you ever seeing him again was slim and if you did come across him, you would certainly be avoiding him at all costs. Although, the night wasn’t entirely disastrous. You had to admit that Hoseok’s friends - minus he who should not be named - was hilarious and you had exchanged numbers with them through Hoseok. That’s what had put you in your current situation of Yoongi worshipping your entire existence in the group chat, aptly titled ‘DUMBASSES + NAMJOON’, for your performance at the party.

15.39: yoongi: Y/N owns me 15.40: yoongi: I don’t know any of you fools 15.41: yoongi: all I want is to marry her, have seventeen cats and then I can die happy 15.42: jimin: careful, jeon might come for you 15.43: Y/N: piss off short-stack 15.43: Y/N: jeon can choke on a cactus for all I care 15.44: seokjin: Y/N just ruined your life jimin 15.45: taehyung: everyone’s still going tonight? 15.45: seokjin: namjoon and I are coming 15.45: hoseok: I’m bringing chae 15.45: yoongi: I wouldn’t miss it. I need some entertainment 15.46: Y/N: where are you all going? 15.46: jimin: oh shit I forgot to ask you 15.46: jimin: we’re all going out tonight do you want to come? 15.47: Y/N: yeah sure, where is it? 15.47: jimin: surprise 15.47: jimin: be ready for 6.30 I’m picking you up

Jimin was making it extremely difficult for you to dress for the occasion properly. What dress code does ‘surprise’ have? God, he was so lucky that he was pretty. It was at about 5.00 when you were sat on the floor of your closet, staring up at all of the clothes that surrounded you. Your legs were folded beneath you whilst you wore only your black underwear, pouting at your lack of guidance from Jimin. Eventually, you settled on a pair of black jeans that acted as a second skin and a bustier styled black crop with a pair of black heeled boots. Mentally, you cursed yourself for agreeing to go out the day after you had drunk heavily at a party. Although, the eyeshadow smeared under your eyes made it far easier to get a smokey eye so the main work was making sure your red lipstick was perfect. By the grace of God, you were ready exactly on time and had time to bounce around your kitchen, putting away any clean pots that you had left out.

Your doorbell rang and you skipped over, swinging it open to greet a smiling Jimin, “Hi!” You said brightly, wrapping him into a tight hug before ushering him into your apartment, immediately returning to the plate that you had decided wasn’t clean enough. You had a tendency to clean when you were anxious and the fact that you had no idea where you were going was bothering you slightly.

“You look nice,” he said, appraising you with his eyes as he leant against your kitchen counter, hands shoved into the pockets of his bomber jacket. You ignored when his eyes lingered on your chest slightly, instead deciding to flick his ear as you passed by him. As much as you had both looked at each other like you were starving in the desert and the other was water yesterday, you couldn’t help but feel like he was a clingy, protective older brother. The thought of it made your skin feel itchy - it was wrong.

As you put the final dish away, you snorted slightly, ruffling his hair as you walked over to your coat hooks by the door, pulling on a black bomber jacket similar to his own, “I look fucking amazing,” you gave him a playful glare before turning to unlock your door, “But, thanks - you look good too.” He chuckled softly, shaking his head at your antics and following you down the corridor to the elevator.

Jimin looked down at his phone, checking the app that was open on his phone, “There’s an Uber nearby, you ready to go?” You nodded idly, stepping into the elevator and wrapping your arms around yourself to shield the overly active air conditioning. “Okay, it should be outside.”

“Great,” you said, rubbing your hands against your upper arms as you both stepped out of the double glass roads and onto the pavement, “Are you going to tell me where we’re going now?” Jimin just chuckled, waving to the Uber driver who had pulled up beside you and opening the door to the back seat for you. “I’ll take that as a no,” you grumbled, scooting over to the far right side and crossing your arms with a scowl on your face.

Jimin laughed at you, closing the door and greeting the driver, “Yeah, that’s a no,” he chuckled, reaching over to pat you on the shoulder as you drove away.

The confusion on your face was obvious when you arrived outside of a large warehouse. At a closer look, there was, what seemed to be, a service door with a bouncer outside but other than that, it appeared to be abandoned. Jimin gestured for you to get out and you did, wrapping your arms around yourself self-consciously. The building wasn’t in a good area and it was almost completely dark out, you were feeling extremely vulnerable. He noticed this, quickly walking around and wrapping his arm around your shoulder before guiding you over to the bouncer.

The large, tattooed man did nothing to hide the fact he was leering at you, eyes focusing themselves on your chest, and you shifted uncomfortably beneath Jimin’s arm. He cleared his throat, raising a questioning eyebrow at the larger man, “You alright Markus?” He said, pulling the orange-haired man into a side hug and handshake.

“Yeah,” he said, his deep voice rumbling between them, “Busy tonight, it’s a big one.” His eyes flickered over to you, noticing the completely bewildered expression on your face, “Who’s this?” He pointed to you, speaking gruffly.

You couldn’t be more confused. Firstly, you were in a neighbourhood notorious for violence, then you were at the back of a large warehouse and now this large bouncer was saying it was a ‘big one’. Jim sighed, patting your shoulder, “This is Y/N, she’s a…” he gave Markus a meaningful look, one you didn’t understand, “Friend.” The bouncer sighed in realisation, nodding quickly and stepping back, allowing you both to pass through.

“Hey, Park!” Jimin turned back around, just as you entered the narrow hallway that led to your destination. “What are your odds tonight?” There was a knowing look on his face, one that caused your friend to laugh loudly, holding you tighter against him.

A smirk spread across his face as he shrugged, answering, “Third.” He guided you down the red-lit corridor, various posters were covering the walls and there were small pieces of littered across them. As you turned to the right, you could hear voices coming from the end of the corridor, a yellow light coming from underneath the door. As you reached it, Jimin turned to look at you with a smirk on his face before pulling the door open. You gasped, voices were echoing through the large room and there were several rows of people surrounding a large ring in the centre of the room.

“You brought me to a boxing match,” you said in an awe-filled voice, your eyes wide as you took in the high, sloped ceiling and the hundreds of people in the room. There were people with similar badges to Markus keeping a close eye, a radio in their pockets as they watched the guests. It occurred to you that you hadn’t heard of there being any boxing matches in Seoul - or anywhere nearby.

Jimin nodded, his hand moving to the small of your back as he walked you both down a set of stairs, “Yes. But,” he glanced around, lowering his voice, “This is… Unofficial.” The look on his face told you everything you needed to know and you nodded. “So, I need you to not tell anyone about this.” Quickly, you agreed, promising to not tell a soul about the place.

You hadn’t realised that you had been heading for the front row when your name was called out, “Y/N!” Your head snapped up, searching for where it had come from and you spotted Yoongi. He was wearing a black baseball cap over his platinum hair and his black face mask was tucked under his chin so you could see his face. He hurried over to you, wrapping you into a quick hug before greeting Jimin with a handshake similar to the one Markus had given him. “You’re just in time.” You realised that the group you were heading to was entirely composed of your friends.

Various voices called out to you, greeting you and telling you that they were glad you were there. You didn’t spot Hoseok or Chaeyoung but, Jimin and Yoongi were sticking by you and had taken seats on either side of you. Voicing your concern, you asked, “Where’s Hobi and Chae?” You glanced between both of them, keeping your voice quiet.

“Ah,” Jimin said, leaning over so his mouth was right by your ear, “They said that something came up.” You nodded in understanding, ears raking through the rows of people to see if you knew anyone else. As much as there were pairs of eyes following you, you didn’t recognise any of the faces that belonged to them. You tried to ignore them but, you met a pair of dark eyes that seemed to twinkle with mischief. He wore a face mask so you couldn’t see his mouth but, you knew that if you could you would see that he was smirking.

Eventually, the lights dimmed and a man dressed entirely in black stepped into the ring - you assumed he was the announcer. “Ladies and Gentlemen!” His voice rang through the room and the talking quietened down slightly, only the occasional murmur coming from the back row. “Are you ready for the night to begin?” People cheered, you joined in when Jimin nudged you with his elbow before cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting. “Good because you’re in for a hell of a night. Our reigning champion…” There were more shouts, “The Phantom, will be defending against a newcomer,” whispers erupted from the rows of people, “The Phoenix.”

There were fewer cheers from the latter, you noticed that the man who had smirked at you earlier was cheering particularly loudly. The announcer chuckled, gesturing with his hands for the crowds to quieten down, “Now, since he’s new… Please welcome… The Phoenix.” Loud shouts echoed through the room, the lights went out entirely. When they turned back on, there was a tall man with a red, silk robe on and a matching face mask. He rolled under the ropes, landing in a crouch, before getting to his feet and stalking over to his corner. You gasped as he pulled the hood back, the roots of his hair was a dark red that faded into orange at the tips and there was a jagged scar through his left eye.

“Alright, alright,” he moved his arms again, “Now, please welcome our reigning champion… The undefeated… The Phantom.” The lights went out again and the room became entirely silent. Despite there being no noise, when the lights turned on there was another man in the ring. He wore a black robe drawn over his face and a pair of black shorts beneath it. You swore that when he pulled his hood back, your heart stopped. What the fuck. On the right side of the ring stood Jeon Jungkook.

You stiffened in the cold, black chair and your face turned cold. Turning to look at Jimin, you stared into the side of his face but, he didn’t turn to look at you. A small smirk tugged at his lip so you knew that he had seen you. Sighing, you turned back to the ring and almost choked on your spit. You cursed everything good and holy for making Jeon Jungkook the most beautiful specimen in the world. His abdomen was carved perfectly, like the ridges of some stupid mountain and his skin glowed - glowed, and it was covered by beautifully done tattoos that were all perfectly black.

You despised him. You despised how he pranced around the ring, easily dodging his opponent because of his smaller stature. You despised the cocky smirk that tainted his perfect lips as he landed punch, after punch on him. Lastly, you despised how you couldn’t deny the pull you felt towards him. Bastard.

It seemed that Jimin had predicted correctly as after he spent the first two rounds simply stepping away from the Phoenix, his face hardened and the punches he threw held some of his impressive power behind it. You had no idea where to like: did you look at the pure focus on his face, the way his abdomen clenched as he threw the punches, or how the muscles in his biceps rippled as the boxers collided. Despite how long you spent ranting to yourself about how you hated him; you couldn’t help the way your body tensed up as he knocked the Phoenix to the ground, the power behind his hits not lessening until the announcer called it.

“Knockout!“ He raised Jungkook’s hand into the air, completely ignoring the unconscious man in the corner who was being dragged away by his promoter and trainer. As much as the sport was entertaining, it was brutal. The smirk on his face ground on your last nerve, even though you knew that he had every right to it. He exited back through the walkway and you sighed with relief, thinking that you wouldn’t have to deal with speaking to him. It seemed that God hated you.

“Come on,” Jimin said, tugging you to your feet and dragging you back up the stairs you had come down, following behind the rest of the group. You stumbled over your feet, struggling to keep up with his quicker pace as you prodded him with continuous questions that he didn’t answer. He pushed you through a curtain and then dragged you down a corridor, the others disappeared behind a door and the pair of you were quick to follow.

Collective congratulations were coming from the room and some claims of knowing he would win ‘no doubt’. Jimin finally managed to push you into the room, after you had decided it was a good idea for you to dig your heels into the ground like a stubborn dog and refuse to move. The hopeful part of you considered that maybe, Jungkook would be so absorbed in his victory that he completely ignored your presence. Once again, the universe was conspiring against you.

“Y/N!” Taehyung called out happily from his position right beside Jungkook, his arm wrapped around his shoulder as he smiled proudly on behalf of his best friend. You froze in place, a grimace quickly forming on your face as Jimin’s grip tightened, he began to drag you over to be part of the group. Stopping next to Yoongi, you leaned into him slightly as he wrapped his arm around her lightly, as though he knew she would need some support.

Surprisingly, it was Jungkook who spoke to you first, “You came?” His voice was slightly breathy but he tried to phrase it as a question. The only time he had stopped thinking about you was when he was in the ring but, to know that you had been there watching suddenly made him run back over his performance to see if he had done his best. He didn’t know why he had this sudden interest in you but, by the look on your face, it was not reciprocated.

After having your side pinched by Yoongi, you nodded stiffly, averting your eyes from his, “Jimin didn’t tell me where we were going,” you didn’t say it unkindly, mumbling it slightly as you shuffled your feet against the carpeted floor. He hummed in understanding, having expected that you wouldn’t have come to watch him of your own accord.

“Did you enjoy it?” He asked. You didn’t look up to see the eager and hopeful expression on his face but, his friends did and they shared knowing looks. Sure, he was attracted to you, he could understand that, well, because you were gorgeous. But, he didn’t understand his newfound pathological need for you to like him - for god’s sake, you had kneed him in the balls. Maybe, that was it. Jungkook had always had a short temper and when he acted out, no one had ever stood up to him so, you had automatically become refreshing.

Your teeth tugged your bottom lip between them and began to gnaw on it nervously, “My dad used to box. I love watching it,” you admitted, still refusing to meet his gaze. Honestly, Jungkook was an incredibly good boxer; you had grown up around professional boxers and trained with some of them. Watching the fight had filled you with nostalgia for those days but, you could also feel the familiar sadness descending on you as well.

His face lit up, he had begun to bounce slightly on the balls of his feet. You missed this because you were finding the carpet far more interesting. Jimin noticed this and sighed, rubbing his hand against the side of his face exasperatedly. He knew the Jungkook had not made the best impression on you, occasionally he would lose his temper and lean towards being rude but, he was a genuinely good kid. Making eye contact with his younger friend, he gestured towards the door behind you before signalling for the others to ‘disperse’ and find something to do. They all hurried off, busying themselves with meaningless things to do around the large room.

When soft footsteps made their way over to you, you finally looked up and sighed, Jungkook was smiling down at you nervously. He reached up and scratched behind his ear slightly, quite obviously chewing the inside of his cheek, “Can we - uh - talk outside, for a second. Please?” His eyes were darting around the room, not staying on you for long as though he was scared you would chew him out for returning your gaze.

You should have said no. God, why didn’t you say no? But, he looked so nervous and so hopeful that, despite everything, you took pity on him. “Okay,” you said softly, arms wrapping around your torso protectively as he gestured for you to go back out of the door you had come in from. You had no idea if you were going to regret this.

Once he had shut the door behind him and you were in the hallway, it occurred to you that you were, not only alone with an incredibly attractive boxer but, you were alone with an incredibly attractive boxer who you had kneed in the balls, not even 24 hours ago. You were an idiot. This could be his opportunity to club you over the head with no witnessed and throw your body in the store cupboard opposite. But, taking a look at him, he didn’t look like he wanted to murder you.

He reached up and scratched behind his ear again - you assumed this was a nervous habit of his - before speaking, “I just - ahem -” he cleared his throat slightly, “I wanted to apologise for yesterday.” He didn’t look at you, just staring down at his hands as he fiddled with his fingers.

Now that, you hadn’t been expecting. From your astonishment, you raised your eyebrows involuntarily and he most likely took this for disbelief so, he quickly began to continue talking. “I have a really short temper sometimes.” Your eyebrow raised even further, causing him to add, “And I know that that’s no excuse and that I had no right to speak to you that way. I was unnecessarily cruel and your reaction was entirely justified,” he paused thoughtfully, “And extremely impressive.” Jungkook just kept blabbering at you, his apology spilling from his lips as he stared at you with bright doe-eyes, gesturing wildly as he spoke.

His gaze lowered slightly, a hint of shame on his face as he said, “I had last-minute training and my coach was really tough on me. I took it out on you and I’m sorry.” You were bewildered. You had completely written him off yesterday, deciding he was a total dick who you would avoid at all costs - no matter how much he screamed sex appeal. But, here was giving you - what seemed to be - a genuine apology.

Finally, you met his gaze, a tiny smile tugging on the corners of his lips, “It paid off though, didn’t it?” You said, referring to the fact that he had easily won the match his coach was being so hard on him for. Jungkook laughed and once again, you were surprised. It was a child-like laugh that made him go back about five years to when he was a teenager. You had to stop a look of awe from making an appearance on your face.

Looking visibly more relaxed - and also incredibly pleased with himself - he continued, “I wanted to clear the air because I - uh - didn’t want you to be uncomfortable around the group when I was there.” He didn’t sound entirely sure of his reasoning but, you accepted it easily and nodded understandingly. This had changed things. You weren’t one hundred per cent sure about him but, you weren’t referring to him as Lord Voldemort in your internal monologues anymore which was a step up.

A playful smile curved onto your lips, “Well, consider the air cleared so, we can start over?” You offered, not wanting him to be the only person making an effort and for him to think your forgiveness wasn’t genuine. 

Jungkook nodded eagerly, the smile on his face making him look remarkably like a bunny and you almost had to physically restrain yourself from cooing at him. This time, you noticed the way he would bounce on the balls of his feet when he was excited and, once again, you cursed whoever was listening. He stuck his hand out towards you, a proud smile on his face, as he said, “Hi, my name’s Jungkook.”

You giggled slightly, not exactly meaning for you to literally introduce yourselves to each other all over again, but you indulged him. Sticking your hand out, you smiled up at him, “Hi, my name’s Y/N.” 

As you entered back into the room with the rest of the group, you were both thinking the exact same thing without even realising it. You were entirely fucked.

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A/N: I just want to say that it may seem that their relationship dynamic has completely changed. Firstly, they met very briefly and their confrontation was based entirely off of a two-sentence exchange in which the reader was both drunk as well as high and jungkook is short-tempered (which will for sure be an issue further along). But, I was not going to write a relationship where either party cannot admit if they’ve done something wrong and feels no responsibility for their actions. They are not healthy and they’re very stereotypical. I would much rather right a functional relationship that does have its issues - because what relationship doesn’t? Jungkook is not going to be a complete wanker who is completely insensitive to the reader’s feelings. 

Sorry for the rant, I just wanted to clarify anything in case anybody was confused about the differences between the chapters. I hope you can see her thought process before the reader sees him in this chapter. Also!! the reader hasn’t entirely forgiven him - she has a tendency to hold a grudge!

Thank you for reading and tldr: the relationship dynamic change was not unnatural if you want to understand more read the a/n please and thank you. All my love 😊💕