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You readied yourself, wrapped fists prepared to strike. Jungkook sighed and adjusted his stance into one for a fight. His hands were in loose fists, and you frowned at how relaxed he seemed. You would just have to change that. You stepped forward, aiming your fist experimentally at his chin. He batted you away easily, retaliating with a half-hearted backfist that you ducked.
“You’re not taking this seriously.” You growled.
"That’s becuase this is ridiculous.“ Jungkook sighed as a roundhouse kick was thrown at your side. You stepped out of the way, glaring at him.
"Remind me why you two are doing this?” Namjoons voice interrupted your concentration.
"He’s too talented.“ You huffed, continuing to throw punches. "He’s too good looking, and too perfect."
Jungkook swiped your leg out from under you, and you nearly fell. You regained your balance quickly however, aiming a kick at his face. This turned out to be a mistake however, as he caught your foot in mid air and held it there. "So earlier when I said I would fight anyone who said otherwise, I meant it."
You tried to pull your foot away. Jungkook just smirked at you, and you jumped, aiming your other foot at him. Jungkook was left without any options other than to let go so he could properly deflect your second kick. Both of your feet back on the ground, you assessed your options.
"So when I said I didn’t sing that well during rehearsal, she flipped out.” Jungkook sighed. “When she said "fight me” I didn’t think she was being serious!“
"And I am here becuase…?” Namjoon asked from his spot sitting cross-legged on the floor.
“A witness so when I win there’s proof.” You said, while Jungkook said at the same time; “You’re here to referee."
You stepped forward suddenly, turning so your back was to Jungkooks front. One foot behind his, you grabbed his belt and twisted. Jungkook hit the padded floor with a thud, but as he fell he pulled you with him. You landed on his chest, and glanced up to make sure he was okay.
"I win.” You said triumphantly.
"Do you?“ Jungkook pondered, pulling you into a hug. "I think I win."
"You two are gross.” Namjoon announced, standing to leave. You tried to lift yourself off of Jungkook, but he just held on tighter.
“I win. Jungkook repeated. "Admit it.” He kissed the top of your head.
“No, I win, you weirdo.” You shook your head at him.
"Fight me.“ Jungkook stuck his tongue out at you.