COMBATIVE
Nathan stumbled back a little, upper half leaning back to avoid the punch, barely and he almost lost his balance when his opponent's other fist came flying from the other side.
Of course, he used the distraction trick.
It wasn't until Mr. Choi's fist slammed into Mr. Kim's jaw from beneath in an uppercut, a small growl leaving both their lips, and was followed by the lone tear rolling on my cheek. I turned around slamming into Jungkook's body with such force that he moved a step back with an 'oof'.
"He's getting hurt, he's getting hurt, he's getting hurt," I repeated like a mantra, my nails digging into the middle of my palms in crescent-shaped moons.
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