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5
H o u r s
B e f o r e
T he
P a r t y
Jungkook's pov
Each hit I threw at the boxing bag made it shake
my heart pounded with adrenaline and fury, my mind drifted off thinking about everything
Anything
"FUCKING DIE" twirling into a kick that pushed the bag away from my body, I kept punching only imagining my father fall to his death
The chuckle of the man who wanted me
My mom who was killed in her car while coming to get me but sadly didn't make it
The loneliness my heart felt as a kid that made me into who I am today
"JUNGKOOK SNAP OUT OF IT" a voice yelled, I breathed out opening my eyes
I was on top of the punching bag and sand disintegrated into the creaks of the mat. blood flew down my boxing gloves arising a smirk from me
"Boxing match tonight after your party at the club, 1am" Namjoon said placing a new boxing bag on the chain as I took off the gloves
"No words?" He questioned raising an eyebrow
"None to be said, make sure there's lots of alcohol on the tables. I want everyone shit faced" I muttered smirking
"And why's that kook"
"So the mission sets out completely in our favor" Jungkook said thinking of all the plans he's came up with the other 6 for years
"Come on jungkook it's your birthday take a brea-"
"There is no break Namjoon, don't you understand. I've been looking for this bastard for years and now it's finally my fucking chance to make him suffer for what he did" I couldn't help but laugh thinking of my fists pounding into his face over and over again
