![]() His heart softens at the pure affection that bleeds into Jungkook’s voice. My fiancée finally came back from abroad, and I want to surprise her, maybe take her out.” ![]() “I know we usually do our run-throughs after the match, but I wanted to check if I could head home early tonight. “Coach?” he snaps his head up at the sound of the inquisitive voice to see Jungkook looking past him, at the wall. Seokjin prayed it would be enough to fuel him, that Jungkook’s flame wouldn’t die out. Jungkook would be on his own, fueled only by the desire for discipline and the raw, pure athleticism of the sport. No flashy sponsors, no team members, no other coaches or trainers. He made his number one rule clear: if we do this we do this right. None of it meant Seokjin went easy on the boy. In the end, he’d agreed to Yoongi’s nagging that his old friend needed to get out more. He hadn’t stepped foot into the gym for over two years. Seokjin can’t remember if it was the wide-eyed gaze or the heavy set of the youngster’s jaw that had made him agree to the outlandish request. All that started when he begged the world’s former number one middleweight to come out of retirement and train him. Jungkook had gained renown throughout his short-lived career for doing the impossible. A year ago, a reticent, wide-eyed boy had burst through the doors of Epiphany Gym, eyes blazing with a mission in mind. In every other circumstance, a rich kid like Jeon would have a gaggle of team members surrounding him, documenting and aiding his every move at all times. Silence envelops the two of them as his trainee gets busy stripping off the gloves and athletic tape, wrapping a towel around his waist to hit the showers. Jungkook hops over the ropes and struts towards the locker room, giving Seokjin his cue to break out of his haze and trail after the younger man. The opponent’s limp body is dragged from the ring, the rise and fall of his chest barely visible. The lights go down, and everything moves too quickly. Chaos surrounds him, and Seokjin comes face to face with a ghost.īile rises in his throat as Jungkook’s animalistic victory screech echoes throughout the arena. ![]() It’s no longer the doe-eyed face glistening with red looking back at him. ![]() Time slows down again, his eyes meeting the savage glint in Jungkook’s own. The other man hasn’t moved.Ī whistle sounds, the referee’s hand goes up, and Jeon Jungkook, the league’s youngblood, is declared the new middleweight champion.īracing himself, Seokjin sucks in another deep breath, followed by the explosion of pain across his temples as the crowd erupts into pandemonium at his protegé’s victory. He watches the mangled face of the opponent as Jeon lands another perfect blow, feeling the moment pass in slow motion as he holds his breath. it’s heartbreaking and it hurts and it’s never a fix for anything (please keep that in mind while reading).ĭown in the twelfth, crimson streaks cloud Seokjin’s vision. a big thank you also to Beezy for beta-reading over the whole thing and also for lending me her name to use in the fic (i hope you enjoyed your cameo)! also, thank you to Dee Dee for the lovely banner and dividers!ĭisclaimer: this should go without saying, but this fic is not meant to glamorize infidelity in any way possible. thank you to Ryen for reading over the first part of this for me and encouraging me to continue. let me introduce you to my baby, part of my soul, aka the story that existed in my head long before triviafics was born. your well-being is valued and important)Ī/n: hi. receiving), making out, dry humping, light exhibitionism, nipple play, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex (this fic deals with heavy themes, please be kind to yourself and respect your boundaries if these themes are not for you. Warnings: age gap (Seokjin is 33, OC/JK are 26), drinking, intoxication, flirting while in a relationship, boxing fights, blood and injuries, depressive thoughts and feelings, mentions of past infidelity, panic attack, Seokjin and Y/N are a mess, Jungkook is an angel, smut warnings: shower sex, oral (f. What he doesn’t count on is having a new trainee walk into his gym, and meeting you in the process. He’d settled on spending the rest of his life fading into obscurity. Summary: Kim Seokjin had been washed-up, run-down, and forgotten by the world of boxing. Genres/ au/ rating: angst, smut, infidelity!AU, 18+ Pairing: ex-boxer!Seokjin x lawyer!reader (ft.
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