➴ underpass。

@kim doyeon. Gearing up for his only fight of the night, Yuta stretched lazily as he always did, having a quick smoke with a few of the guys that went later in the night. There weren't many people he associated with that actually fought, most of them young show offs with heads bigger than they'd ever earn. Most of the people he hung around down here were around his age and had been around almost as long as he had (some even longer, having showed him the ropes), placing their money on bets wisely rather than on a basis of popularity. Not a lot of them were great people themselves but they weren't wreckless like a lot of the fresh faces he started to see more and more and so he chose his company just as wisely to avoid obvious trouble. Trouble followed you in this sort of scene, regardless and his came in the form of an old friend who was a known scammer. He stood in front of Yuta now as he prepped for his fight, bragging about his latest scheme as the fighter pulled off his shirt and pulled his hair into a ponytail. Yuta didn't really care to hear it but it passed the time as they passed the cigarette between each other until his round was being announced and everyone began to gather and place their bets. He crushed the stick under his boot as he entered the makeshift ring and the uproar signaled the beginning of the fight.

The "friend" was engrossed in the fight at first, cursing and hollering with each punch thrown but as soon as he caught sight of Doyeon in the crowd, his excitement turned sour and his grin turned to a grimace as he cursed under his breath. Being the hothead he was, he chose to approach her rather than avoid contact, walking up to Doyeon with a cocky click of his tongue. "You lost or somethin, sweetheart? Playground's back that way... Or maybe you're here to lose some more money?" he leaned into her space with how loud everyone was but his grin was nothing nice.

@nakamoto yuta. "This mothering scum." Doyeon cursed under her breath, her gaze burning holes in this man's figure, right across from where she was standing. She could care less about these underground fights, she just wants her money. Few weeks ago, this client was referred to her by her previous customer. All she has to do is fake reports for whatever big scheme they needed it for, Now that her job was all done, this scum went gone. She's just glad that her previous client has enough conscience to tell her his whereabouts. The underpass is full of people despite it being late, probably this is the time when fun stuff will begin, Again, she could care less about it, she just came here for her business. She was about to approach the guy to confront him, however, a round between this Yuta Nakamoto and some other dude was about to begin.

"Oh, for 's sake! Can this night get any better." Another curse, voice dripping with agitation. She had no choice but to wait for it to be over, the crowd getting excited with their bets and gathering around. She glared at the clueless fighters, getting caught in between her rage against the scum.

@kang seulgi. It all started a few weeks ago, this little obsession of hers. Having grown bored of her usual crowd, the glitter and glamour, the fake smiles and even faker friends, Zhenni had been looking for something new, something that could make her heart flutter. It was then that one of her friends had introduced her to the idea of street races, promising the young heiress to take her with him the next time he'd attend one. And so, one early summer night, the two of them had ventured out into the streets, heading South to the secret meetup. From what she had gathered from her friend, the location was ever-changing, only being announced a few hours prior to the race to ensure a smooth start without interruptions from authorities.

The moment they had arrived, it already felt as if they had entered a new world. It didn't seem like anyone cared too much about their looks, some fits being downright scruffy, the air heavy with the scent of motor oil, to the point where she felt a little bit dizzy. It wasn't the kind of crowd Zhenni would usually associate herself with, and still, despite her pristine and pretty white dress, her prim and proper looks standing out like a sore thumb, she felt right at home. One glance into their full blown eyes, dark with excitement and anticipation, she knew they were just like her. Seeking new thrills every night, waiting for the next adrenaline rush, the delirious high that came with the danger.

Standing there, at the back of the crowd, she had watched the race take place, the roaring sound of engines, the loud cheers deeply imprinted into her memory together with this feeling of excitement that left her heart racing, skin tingling. It was enough to satiate her curiosity, to give her the high that she wanted, and she was ready to leave, ready to keep this all just as a memory she could fondly look back to later in time. After all, Sun Zhenni, darling little miss sunshine of the fashion industry, wasn't supposed to mix with these crowds.

That was, until she laid eyes on the slim figure getting off the winning car. Despite her small build, the woman carried herself with such confidence, an attitude bigger than most people she knew. From the way she so casually leaned against her vehicle, the way she walked, talked and carried herself, everything just seemed so captivating. The kind of person that was hard to forget.

And forget, Zhenni really could not. For the next days her mind continued to wander to the mysterious stranger, wondering. It wasn't so much that she was infatuated by her beauty, though she had to admit that the woman was quite attractive, but there was just something about her eyes that felt so enchanting. And so for the next weeks, the Chinese continued to attend the secret street races, eyes following the woman, who she later learned was called Suki, hoping to figure out what it was about her that had put her under her spell.

Today, as well, was no different. Wearing one of her own designs, a rather simple yet still playfully feminine white dress, a jean jacket on top, Zhenni found herself once again standing at the back of a small crowd underneath an underpass at the South of the city, patiently waiting. The moment the two cars of today's racers rolled into view, she could already feel her heart beating faster.

Finally.

@kim youngkyun. With the night being young, there wasn't much action to observe and Yuta usually spent that down time before fights watching others or having a few drinks. Tonight wasn't much different, the fighter having a casual conversation with some of the other spectators about tonight's contestants and placing bets. Yuta had a keen eye for fighters with potential and put his money on them to prove his observations correct, basking in the annoyed groans and arguments of anyone who bet against him as he took their money. "Man, you shouldn't even be allowed to place bets as a competitor. 's not fair." came the usual complaint.

"Did you forget where we are or are you just upset you bet so much money on a kid who can't catch a right hook fast enough to not get slept four minutes into a fight? Better luck next time, pal." he grinned through the words as he thumbed through his winnings, making sure everything was legit and the rights amount before he stood to make his leave from the crowd. Taking a smoke before the next fight was up, he stashed his money as he always did even though everyone knew stealing from him was a death wish because he wasn't dumb enough to get a big head and think there were no idiots out there who would try him. Once he returned from the inconspicuous mom and pop shop down the street that held his safe in their backroom, he was just in time for the next round.

Just as he walked up to the crowd, he recognized a face that he really didn't want to see right now. One that was breaking one of the only rules of the fights like it was just another Tuesday out on the town. The sigh that left his lips was followed by a harmless death glare, the fighter crossing his arms as his out of place friend approached him. When a coherent explanation didn't come, he simply rolled his eyes and flicked his cigarette before tutting as if he were reprimanding a child. "You know, I thought you'd might be a little crazy but this is insane. Who let you bring the camera down here? You're gonna get yourself banned which might be a good idea cause what the hell are you doing here anyway- I'll kick your myself if you say you were hired to take pictures." though he didn't mean it, he kept his expression stern to convey his disapproval as he glanced around to make sure no one was paying them much attention.

@nakamoto yuta. Youngkyun got the text for his next job, it was to do some photos for an underground fighting area circuit, and he couldn't be more excited. It was dangerous and something that he wanted to test his comfort levels with, so he figured why not? Getting dressed in an all-black outfit, with a black button-down shirt, black hoodie, black skull hat, black jeans, and his black Converse sneakers, he decided that the attire was appropriate for the occasion that he was going to. Maybe he would even fight? All of Youngkyun's friends and close family knew that he had a non-aggressive personality and hated fights, even verbal ones. Most of everyone who knew him would be confused as to why he would want to do this job, was it for the money, the thrill of the fight, or was it to be bad for once? All of these questions in his head will be answered tonight, he was sure of that.

Sure he had some shifty friends like Changkyun and Yuta, but he knew that they would not be here, there was no possible way, so walking up he felt confident just to be a completely different person than how he acted normally, and he put on his tough boy persona for the hell of it. He introduced himself to his employer and he met the two fighters, one was a tall broad-shouldered male, he couldn't be older than thirty-five, and was possibly the tallest human being he had seen ever, he had a long scar down the inner side of his right shoulder and it stopped at his wrist, and his muscles were veiny and bulging out completely. To his opposite, the opponent he would be fighting couldn't have been older than Youngkyun, if not even a couple of years younger. He had a younger face with no scars and he looked like he shouldn't even be there, but looking down at his body Youngkyun noticed the leg muscles on the younger male and realized that, he belonged there.

Starting to take some pictures of them facing towards each other, he noticed a familiar figure coming towards his way, was that... it couldn't be no.. there was no way, why would HE be here, of all people. His face went from relaxed and cool to a more anxious and frantic opinion. He had to make sure that it was the person and he asked the event coordinator who hired him for the pictures, and he confirmed that it was the person that he knew and he also went to ask the coordinator for a request, a request that was accepted and will be put into action later in the night. He walked up to him and was trying to find the words to explain how and why he was here before probably getting yelled at.