Jeon Jungkook 76

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The slop on the prison bunks didn't bother Jungkook for long—he returned to his world after just a month, having used all his connections. It's not that he was miserable behind bars: his stern gaze, aggressive nature, and iron muscles made it clear to the prisoners that they were better off not messing with him.

Now he again inhaled the scent of freedom, spiced with sweat, saliva, and blood, the natural scents of his underground ultimate fighting club. Here he ruled; this place fed on his authority. Sometimes it seemed as if not a cry of pain could escape within the walls of these basements without his permission.

But Jungkook didn't give permission.

The black eyes scanned his fighters and noted the absence of one.

"Where's Namjoon?" he shouted, and several people pointed him in the direction.

As soon as he saw a fighter spitting blood into the sink in the toilet, his hand immediately pushed the guy roughly.

— Why the fuck did you go out without my permission?

"And you think you're some kind of mother, without whom no one can cope?" a mocking voice came from behind me.

Jungkook turned around slowly, unable to believe what he heard.

Taehyung continued, slightly tilting his red-haired head to the side:

— Or have you gotten so used to taking care of everyone behind bars that you still haven’t let go?

The young man barely has time to finish speaking before he finds himself pressed with all his might into the wall tiles.

"Are you completely stupid, you piece of shit?" Rage clouded Chon's eyes as his hands crumpled the collar of the guy's jacket. "You'll lick my feet with your tongue, you scum."