"do you like it?" he says with a grin, taking off his t-shirt in the locker room of the training center and throwing it on the door of a metal locker.

"what?"

"to lose"

jungkook doesn't choose words, he always says what he thinks, especially when it comes to this guy. he fucking hates him. from the very beginning, since childhood. he doesn't even remember why he hates him anymore, but the longer he keeps seeing him, the longer he hates him. the only thing that helps is that jungkook always wins. whether it's a training session in the ring or an official fight. jungkook doesn't always hit accurately, his head is often so clouded with thoughts that he doesn't even notice when he wins and the referee raises his hand up. the pleasure is always genuine.

and now, when they are in the same locker room together (jungkook makes a note in his head to tell the manager to tell the organizer of the fight for it), he again does not want to restrain his desire to mock this guy, on whose body a couple of bruises were already visible.

he has known him for a long time, but there will never be friendly sparring between them. jungkook won't allow himself to do that.