warnings / includes ; fighting / boxing, cursing, one mention of murder and jail (but nothing of the sorts in the fic), reader is an annoying lil shit KWJLKSDJF, jin is basically a concerned parent bye, jungkook is an emotional n reckless boxer yikes
a/n ; for ficscafe's au pairing event :D i used #5 !! writing this fic made me realize i write this kind of dynamic all the fucking time but i'm not ashamed bcs writing bickering is super fun KWJDKJF
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“You’re a nuisance,” Jin hissed out as he flicked his fingers, the boxer’s laces you had just untied lifting into the air and knotting themselves neatly. “I thought you were supposed to be helping the poor guy.”
One of your shoulders lifted in a half-shrug. “Tripping once or twice never hurt anybody.”
The guardian angel rounded on you, bristling. His opal-aureate wings fluttered with the sudden movement. “That’s exactly how people get hurt. Now stop mucking around, the match is starting.”
Your eyes rolled to the dim pipes crisscrossing the ceiling of the underground boxing arena. The large room was filled with people surrounding the make-shift ring, their deafening cheers making the cheap plaster walls quiver.
“You know, what we’re doing may be illegal but at least you look amazing. You look like this all the time?” Your charming (at least, you thought it was charming) compliment received all but crickets in response. Though, you were pretty sure you saw his pretty lips twitch a bit. Whether it was into a frown or a smile, you didn’t need to know. “I’d never expect an angel to be willing to cheat in order to help their human out. Doesn’t that go against one of your billions of rules?”
With an exasperated glare, Jin scoffed out, “I’m merely protecting my mortal. I wouldn’t intervene unless necessary. This is necessary.”
“Awh, are you afraid little Jungkook is gonna get a boo-boo?”
The beautiful angel that stood just centimeters away from you didn’t grace you with a response. You grinned at him smugly.
“Well, you’re right to be afraid. Skullcrusher here has won every single match since ‘89. He’s not known to leave his contender in tip-top shape, if you catch my drift. I used to be a big fan. Now? A little bored, if I had to admit. Jungkook winning will create enough chaos to keep me satisfied for a while.” You chuckled, slinging your elbow over Jin’s shoulder, to which he moved away with an irritated side-glance.
The shrill ringing of the red bell signified the start of the match. Skullcrusher, a burly man with a missing eye and more scars than you could count, loomed over Jungkook in the ring. His clenched fist looked bigger than his opponent’s whole torso. His tough features were fixed into a hard, gnarled expression. This man looked as if he’s seen war a million times. In stark juxtaposition, Jungkook stood on the opposite end of the ring, fists raised but raw carmine terror painted across his features. If you looked extra close, you could see his bare shins tremble. Way to play it cool, kiddo.
“I think it’s pretty fucking hot that you’re getting your hands dirty,” you whispered whilst leaning closer to Jin. “I’ve been around for eons, but never have I ever met an angel like you.”
“Stop, I’m blushing,” he replied dryly. He wasn’t blushing, nor were angels really capable of such a feat.
Both of your attentions diverted from each other to the ring, where the first punch was thrown. Jungkook managed to lithely duck out of the way, sliding along the barriers and throwing a jab of his own against the larger man’s abdomen. That must’ve hurt no more than a tiny flick would’ve.
Both of you yelled at the same time.
“You’re doing awful!”
“You’re doing great, Jungkook!”
A bark of a laugh escaped you. “Don’t give him false hope. That shit is poisonous in this industry.”
“He’s not doing so bad,” Jin said, just as Skullcrusher landed a bone-snapping strike against your boxer’s shoulder. “Okay, yeah, fine. But he still needs encouragement.”
“Now or never, angel,” you whistled in a sing-song tone, red magic forming between your fingers. “Your human won’t last much longer in there.”
Gritting his perfect teeth, Jin nodded once. “Do it.”
With a maliciously delighted smirk, you murmured an incantation under your breath. Jin watched in baited interest as Skullcrusher paused in his furious blunder towards his mortal, singular eye turning red. He dropped his fists, an expression mimicking one of a kicked puppy splaying across his rugged visage. Well, as close as a man like that could look like a kicked puppy. Jin turned to look at you, observing the way your own irises were now stained with rose petals, hair floating in the air slightly as your fingers twitched, lips moving whilst susurrating a mantra of sin.
You were beautiful, but you were also deadly. It was hard to remind himself that he was meant to stay well away from you. Jin had to pry his eyes away to make sure he wasn’t staring too long.
Whilst you were keeping the burly man under control, Jin snapped his fingers and fixed his human’s broken shoulder.
The boxer, slightly miffed as to why Skullcrusher wasn’t going absolutely feral and just how his shoulder suddenly stopped buzzing with pure agony, shrugged it all aside and seized the opportunity to land a parade of jabs and punches against his exposed skin. One after another, it sent Skullcrusher toppling down in a matter of minutes. The ceiling pipes rattled as his head hit the ground. Jungkook didn’t stop, sweat dripping down his forehead, going so far as to play dirty and use his feet to throw kicks with a scarily accurate precision. Man, you liked this mortal.
Jin didn’t seem too pleased.
“Get up!” Jungkook roared, but it was all drowned out by the upset boos of the crowd. They were hoping to see another notch in Skullcrusher’s belt. With a concerned furrow of his brows, the angel beside you used his powers to tug Jungkook’s flailing body away from Skullcrusher. He certainly wouldn’t protect Jungkook from jail if he accidentally murdered somebody, that would just be plain immoral. Judging by the crystal disappointment in your gaze, it was evident that you had wanted Jungkook to carry on with his ministrations. Thankfully, you kept your mouth shut.
Disoriented, the boxer stumbled away from the large body and dodged a flying can of soda thrown at his head. With an angry growl, he ducked out of the ring, ripping his gloves off and rushing out of the arena. What was this, Cinderella? It wasn’t even midnight yet. Jin clapped his hands together to push people out of the way for Jungkook.
“Your mortal is moody,” you hummed in amusement. “He’s fun. Keep him around for me, will you?”
Jin’s golden pupils flickered from you to the green-lit exit, and back to you again. For a moment, he appeared as if he wanted to say something to you, then decided against it.
After a considerable amount of hesitation, Jin cracked his lips open once more. “I’ll be back.” His words rang in your ears and you cocked an inquisitive eyebrow at him. “After that stunt, people are going to be hunting Jungkook down. Once you’ve reached the top, there’s always going to be a million hands pulling you down, after all. I might want to fight fire with fire, is all.”
If you thought Jin couldn’t get anymore handsome than he was before, you were absolutely wrong. He looked wickedly arresting in the dim light, a taste of the fruit you couldn’t have.
Your palms planted themselves on your hips. “Would you look at that,” you drawled with playfully narrowed eyes, “Mister Pure Angel wants to see the morally corrupt devil again, huh? Here, have this. It’s my business card.” You conjured a scarlet piece of cardstock out of thin air and slotted it into his cool palms. The brushing of your warm fingers against his skin sent a jolt down his blemishless wings.
An unamused snort escaped him. “This just says meet me in hell, bitch.”
“Well, that is where I live.” Noting that Jin looked quite peeved at your jesting, you gestured for him to turn the card over. “The back’s got an engraved rune. Tap it seven times and I’ll come to you. Now go back to your human. I think he’s crying behind a dumpster. He reeks of fear.”
The angel nodded once, backing away as he said, “Again, thanks for helping out my mortal. We’re indebted to you.”
“I didn’t do it for you!” you called out to Jin, whose figure was growing smaller and smaller the farther away he walked. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he was ignoring you. That was absurd, though. “I was just bored, but一and he’s gone.”
A dry laugh danced on your lips. Until next time, ya’ sinful bastard.
Jin watched his agent and coach whispering across the room while punching the double end bag, trying to not lose his rhythm. Their serious faces were distracting his training.
He wasn’t a fool, Jin knew how bad things seemed to outsiders. He was losing points more often, not enough to risk his title, the big purple eye bruise was enough proof, but things like these happened. There wasn’t a reason for sponsors back off now. He was the king.
The boxer finished his exercise when the agent left, not able to pretend to be unaffected anymore, Hoseok’s face wasn’t happy. Even Jungkook, their apprentice, seemed tense.
Disconnecting his air pods, tired of listening to Phenomenal, Jin didn’t need words. Jungkook offered him a towel, and he took it with anger, not really bothering to apologize to the kid.
“Carter is trying hard to find someone else.” Hoseok tried to amend, while they made their way to the locker room.
“If they get out now, a month away from the fight, why would others want me? No one will bet on me.”
Jin knew how big empresses worked. He used to be part of one before he switched everything to become a real-life punch-bag, to his parents and friends despite. Never enter a ship that is abandoned, is the business motto.
“You were a champion. They will be fighting for you. I would.” Jungkook tried, showing his pride in being part of his team. “You’re probably the only fighter who can get a match full of women audience”.
A laugh escaped the younger’s mouth. “At least until I’m in. I’ll steal all your girls”.
Exhibiting a little bit of his cockiness, Jungkook pushed the door, leaving the coach and boxer alone in the corridor.
Hoseok knew Jin was right. No one would sponsor him now, so close to the match. If there were no sponsorship, Jin wouldn’t be able to fight. The man had his money, but it was too risk using it all to pay all fees for the match. That would be the end of his career.
Pushing his head out of the door, Jungkook’s words were whispered. “Hot girl.”
“Can’t you fucking stop talking about chicks?” Hoseok snapped, earning a surprised look from Jin. “Are you hitting puberty all again?”
“I meant a real girl here, dumbass. She’s here for you, Jinnie”.
Following Jungkook inside, Jin wondered who was waiting for him. It’s been a while since the last time a fan invaded his locker room and he was not in the mood to deal with it now.
For his shock, it was not a fan. The opposite, actually.
“Let’s leave, Kook.” Hoseok’s voice seemed soft like he didn’t want to interrupt whatever was about to happen.
Jin observed you for a moment, not daring to speak, but you looked everywhere, ignoring his stare and that huge bruise that made you sick.
“This place is still the same. Even your towel”.
Jin got defensive, not because of your words, he knew you were just speaking a fact, but… Your presence was making him feel threatened. Why were you here all of sudden?
“Not that long since last time you were here. What did you expect?” Wanting to cause damage, he let his words leave poisoned. “If my memory is right, you swore you would never enter this place again, but here you are”.
You moved your hand from your waist, letting it fall, making your bracelet full of silver charms make noise. The noise being too expensive for a place like this.
You were too “elite” for that place.
But here you were, again.
And damn, you really missed this guy.
“I’m here for a reason.” You tried to make yourself more time.
Jin didn’t look curious at all. “That would be…?”
“It won’t take long until everyone knows you lost your majority sponsorship. Soon, everyone will leave”.
His ego felt hurt. You knew things were off before he received the news.
Deciding to be a dick to you, Jin began to take off his clothes, getting ready for his shower, as if you were a bug.
You didn’t move, not fazed. You’ve seen him countless times. He could be such a child, sometimes.
“I have a proposition for you. I can save your career”.
“Which would that be?”
Now you were reaching the whole point of your visit.
“I have way more shares now. I can make you be our star”.
“The president would never accept me and I don’t want favors from your boyfriend. Thank you”.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” You repeated the sentence. How many times you had this discussion with Jin? “But, I’m the one in need of a favor. I can make your father change his mind, you know that”.
Jin got closer, finally curious.
“I will get you the contract, I swear”.
“What do you need? I’m getting old, why would I be the first option?”
“For our distaste, you’re a champion in this sport. You’re good.” You observed your ex-boyfriend’s face change, absorbing your first compliment about his career. He was so handsome, but so hurt physically. “Your handsome, people like you”.
“But why would you come here and offer? These things are dealt with Carter. What do you need from me?”
“I need you to get me in touch with Marshall.” You whispered, scared he would deny.
Jin lost his breath, expecting anything else but this. Why would you need to deal with types like these now?
