jungkook is aggressive. his eyes resemble aquiline ones when he frowns, unclasps the velcro on his boxing gloves with his teeth and saws at the neighboring training ring. mentally, he tells himself that he will need to tell the manager so that he will express everything to the organizers. he hates training with someone in the same gym. especially when that someone is them. he fucking hates them.

the sounds of sharp punches on the training glove in the hands of a cheering coach fill the hall, jungkook's gaze shamelessly studies, fixing in his mind the technique that he already knows by heart. usually they don't pay attention to each other (they trying), but today he is in a disgusting mood, he wants to show his hatred with his eyes. in another city, in another country, everything felt different, except for this.

noticing how they miss a punch, jungkook bursts out and rolls his eyes, crawling between the ropes of the ring, throwing gloves to the manager. he kneads his fists, bandaged with boxing bandages, and walks towards the second ring, immediately jumping on it, forcing him to stop training.

"maybe you need to work out on a normal simulator, kid?" he throws pejoratively, alluding to the coaching gloves they hit before. he's in the mood to beat him unconscious, but he won't. in two days of the competition, where he will be able to play it to the fullest, "training so much, and still being a weakling. must be sad"