Brax had never seen Sejin get so nervous about a fight, normally he was pumped and right at the front of the ring waiting for his turn. He had never had to go and find the male, certainly never had to shove him into the ring. Brax stepped back a bit to give way to the crowd, but he kept a close eye on the male he’d just put into the circle. It seemed like he was still terrified, it showed on his face and the way he looked at the opponent approaching him. His brow furrowed, unsure why Sejin would be afraid, the opponent wasn’t very strong, certainly not like the men he was used to Sejin taking down. The male turned around, on his way to go back up to the betting room when he saw a familiar face coming down the stairs looking worried. “Brax!”
Sejin rushed through the crowd, grabbing at the male. “I got fucking stuck at work, they wouldn’t let me off, I’m here though, did I miss my fight?” Brax blinked, the resemblance was striking, insanely so. They could be twins. He swallowed, turning quickly to try and save whoever he’d just thrown into the ring before he got killed.
The fight had already started, though he hadn’t been watching it, it seemed the male was still on two feet, still alive, that was a good sign. He pushed through the crowd just in time to watch the opponent the Sejin look-a-like was facing move for a harsh blow to the side of his head. Brax was faster, moving quickly, feet in position to take the hit as his hand caught the others fist just before it hit the male. He let out a sigh, shaking his head. “Break! The fight will resume in a moment!” Brax snapped, the male, whose fist he’d blocked, nodded and stepped back while Brax gripped the strangers hand, dragging him back through the crowd. He set his gaze on Sejin. “Get your ass in there and finish that fight!” And after he was heading up the stairs, still pulling the other with him until they were away from the noise of the crowd. “Who the hell are you?”
Yoongi didn’t stand a chance, really. Though the fighter wasn’t the best by any means, Yoongi just didn’t have the skills it took to win either. He wasn’t in the ring for long, and he hadn't been able to land a single punch to his opponent. The other fighter, however, had landed more than his fair share on Yoongi. A few hit his arms when he brought them up to protect himself, but there were three punches, in particular, that would stick with him. The first was to his cheek. It had left him dazed, his cheekbone aching at the contact and he could already tell that it would be a black eye that would need so much make up... And as a trickle began down the side of his face, he knew that it had split too, blood trailing down. The second and third were both to his stomach, and as he felt a hand wrap around his own to pull him, he was still trying to recover from those blows.
Coughing and spluttering, Yoongi shook his head at the other, leaning back against the wall not too far behind him. "Who the fuck are you is a better fucking question." He tried to growl out, but it ended up coming out as an awkward squeak of words. His hand was clutched over his stomach, another cough pulling free of him as he tried to recover. Yoongi wasn't weak, and he'd been through injuries before but the fighter had been strong and it was taking him a hot minute to try and recover. Not to mention the fact that he was terrified, his eyes fixed on this stranger wondering what the hell he was and why the hell he'd been pulled into this.
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