Beyond the ring
desc: after your final battle, you shared the drinks with Champion of Arena
protective Jinrang x reader, depiction of violence (a bit), some mentions of family abuse towards reader
notes: why Jinrang is so kengan-coded? He’s just built different. I need some spin-off about him becoming the champion of Busan in kengan style, with big tournament for 100 chapters
“Fight!”
Two figures rushed toward each other in the ring. You tried to dodge the direct hit, but your opponent managed to slice your brow. Blood streamed down, clouding the vision in your right eye. In response, you countered with a swift punch to his left side. He retaliated with a wild swing of his arm. You evaded the blow and kicked his left leg, attempting to knock off his stance.
He stumbled but maintained his footing. Switching tactics, he lunged forward, trying to drag you down into a ground fight—his turf. You anticipated the move, leaping back and driving your knee into his face. The impact left him dazed, giving you the opening to twist his arm and pin him down. One final strike—his body went limp beneath you.
The referee raise his hand. “And that’s it! The fight is over! Tonight, we witness the end of an era! Making their final exit from the ring—a true warrior! What and incredible victory!”
The crowd roared with cheers. Even amid the deafening cheers, that familiar sensation crept over you—the feeling of being watched. It clung to you like a shadow, an ever-present companion during your matches. You will left this mystery unsolved. Pushing aside the unease, you headed to the changing room, determined to make this your last appearance in this place.
Unknown to the crowd, Jinrang observed from his usual spot. It was the same spot where he had witnessed all your fights, his gaze a mixture of professional assessment and carefully hidden affection. As he watched your final victory, memories flooded in his mind: the infamous night that changed everything, every battle scar you’d earned, and his growing resolve to shield your from a world that had shown you nothing but harshness.
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Hours later, you were on your hands and knees, swearing like a sailor.
The place had emptied long ago, yet here you were, searching for your missing keys. The irony wasn’t lost on you—on the night you planned to leave this place forever, it seemed determined to keep you here. The desire to leave this damned place was not strong enough to sleep under the stars in a park.
A quiet throat-clearing behind you made you jump. You spun around, instinctively creating distance between yourself and the source of the sound.
“Greetings to the Champion” you acknowledged, trying to keep your voice steady.
Jinrang sat perched atop a storage container, his presence both understated and commanding. He held up your keychain, shaking them.
“Looking for these?” he asked, tossing them in your direction. You caught them with a grateful bow.
He raised a bottle in silent invitation.
You weren’t particularly close. In fact, you had barely spoken to each other—not just because of his quiet nature, but because there wasn’t any reason to. Yet, declining his invitation wasn’t an option. Part of it was practical—nobody wished to make enemy such as the King of Busan and his gang. But more than that, it was your last chance to share a moment with the man you’d admired from afar.
Your respect for him went beyond his fighting skills. Jinrang appeared out of nowhere, rising through the ranks to become the Arena’s strongest Champion, then the savior of Busan and the King of Busan. Despite his intimidating aura, he possessed an undeniable magnetism that drew others to him. (and his ass. the best ass I’ve seen in this manhwa)
Your climbed up to join him, letting your legs dangle alongside his. The height offered a different perspective on the place.
“Th-thank you”, you said, accepting the bottle he offered. It was your favorite brand—whether by coincidence or design, you couldn’t tell. Lady Luck must have been on your side tonight—you closed the painful chapter of your past and now you were sharing your favorite drink with the man you admired. The Champion passed some snacks between you, bridging the gap with a quiet camaraderie.
“Good fight,” he said simply. You bowed deeply, the praise meaning the greatest honor you could dream of.
“I appreciate that,” you replied, taking a careful sip. Jinrang did the same, the comfortable silence stretching between you.
“Your last?” His tone was ambiguous—was it a question, a statement, or something more?
“Yes,” you confirmed, gazing at the empty ring below. “I’ve been planning this for a while. Finally followed through.”
His silence invited you to continue.
“I never chose this life,” you admitted. “But thought if I did, he would acknowledge me one day”
The story was well-known in their circles—how your father had forced you into the Arena, his obsession with power bordering on fanaticism.
“But it’s over now,” you added, forcing a small smile. “Though I can’t help feeling… strange about it.”
As you shared the snacks, your thoughts drifted to that nigh. The fight against your father had been more than a match—it was a brutal culmination of your story, one of the most violent confrontations in Arena history. That fight was a pure depiction of ultraviolence. You remembered the horrified silence of the crowd before darkness claimed you.
Jinrang remained quiet, but his presence felt supportive.
Unknown to you, that night had tested his resolve as well. He was dangerously close to stepping in. The thought of losing you, of watching you fall dead in that ring dead clouded his mind. But he had held back, respecting your desire to end this yourself. Your victory had to be yours alone.
Still, he had acted in other ways—arranging the finest medical care, ensuring your bills were paid, sending anonymous gifts during your recovery. Small gestures that he hoped had helped to ease your path to healing.
He couldn’t pinpoint when his interest in you had begun, but he remembered the first match he’d watched. What started out of boredom, had grown into something deeper. Your movements in the ring had captured his attention, awakening a protective instinct in a way he didn’t know.
What began as a professional curiosity evolved into a genuine care, then something more profound. He wanted to protect you, to ensure you never had to fight again. To see you smile without the weight of survival on your shoulders. To offer the security and affection you’s been denied.
And deep down in him, it was a hunger to touch you, to kiss you, to make you his.
You broke the silence with a nervous laugh. “Things are looking up now, though. Got myself an office job—sold my soul to the corporations,” you joked, voice slightly unsteady.
Jinrang’s soft chuckle surprised you.
“Going to live a normal life: morning commute, after-work drinks, just an ordinary life far from all this chaos…” you caught yourself, suddenly aware of how this might sound to the owner of Arena. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”
Your apology was cut short as Jinrang gently touched the fresh cut on your face. The gesture was tender, almost reverent.
“You’ve shown incredible strength,” he said quietly but firmly. “You’ve earned this peace.”
The simple validation broke something inside you. Tears spilled over before you could stop them. Jinrang drew you into his embrace without hesitation.
“I’m so tired,” you confessed through tears. “All I wanted was a real family. To feel loved. To not be alone anymore.”
You clung to him, your tears soaking into his black shirt. Gradually, surrounded by his warmth, you found yourself relaxing. As sobs quieted, you became aware of his heartbeat agains your ear.
Rapid.
Strong.
Like it carried a message his words couldn’t express.
Jinrang tenderly wiped away your tears with his large finger. You looked away, feeling exposed, but he wasn’t finished. He titled your chin up, forcing to meet his gaze.
His next words came soft yet certain, filled with promise:
“Then… let me be the one to love you”
[P.S.]
Despite your earlier determination to avoid sleeping under the stars, here you were, lying atop of a container beneath the night sky—though in a way you never could have anticipated
“How did you find my keys?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
“In the dressing room,” he replied, his deep voice rumbling through his chest.
You shifted slightly to look up at him. “But when did you—”
“I went to leave a gift for you, for your last fight.” His fingers traced idle patterns on your shoulder. “But you’d already left. Found the keys when I was there.”
The revelation struck you silent. All those years of feeling watched of sensing that presence in the shadows—it hadn’t been paranoia after all. The mystery you planned to leave unsolved, was solved.
“How long?” you whispered, barely trusting you voice. “How long have you been…”
“Watching? Caring?” His arm tightened slightly around you. “A long time. Long enough to know every move you make in the ring. Long enough to worry about every hit you take and to know every scar you have.”
The admission hung between you, beautiful and frightening in its honesty. The stars in the skies and ships navigation lights witnessed the moment of vulnerability between two fighters who had spent too long being strong.
final notes: pushing Jinrang agenda☝️🐺