Hayun’s POV

Now it’s been a few days since the day I rejected Jiyong bad enough that he’s now studying me, I think what ‘studying’ me means to him is sending other people to stalk me other than him doing it himself. Luckily for me his best friend is my boyfriend so I know of his plans and got a heads up for the stalkers, they didn’t seem to be very good at their job as I always noticed them and I always lost them.

Finally home, I quickly glance around making sure I wasn’t followed, there doesn’t seem to be anyone. With a sigh of relief I enter my house, I looked at the shoes at the entrance it appears that my appa’s here, and as I walk further I see him sitting on the couch reading the newspaper.

“Appa” I called, he lowered the newspaper at the sound of my voice.

“Hi pumpkin, how was school?”

“Good the same as every other day, is Jungkook home?”

“Aigoo~ such a good noona you are, spending time with your brother the second you get home. Kookie’s in his room pumpkin”

“Komao (I don’t think I spelt that right) appa” I thank my father before heading to Jungkooks room.

When I got to his door and tried to open it, it was locked but after I tried knocking as well I heard shuffling inside “What’s the password?”

I cringe as I say his ‘password’ “I love my brother”

I heard the click of an unlocked door to which I entered “So my dear noona what can I do for you today?”

“Did you get what I asked for?” I cut to the chase.

“Of course I did” he went over to his desk to receive his envelope “but you already know that this information comes with a price” he grinned in his mischievous way.

“I’ll get the money just wait a moment” I turned around to go to my room but he stopped me.

“There is some additional information you WILL be interested in but of course it’s for an extended price of 500 won”

“And what information would that be?”

“The reason why you wanted the info in the first place. At first, I wondered why you’d need my help but after I found out Mr Boyfriend was connected it all made sense”

I couldn’t believe he even found out how Seunghyun was involved. After I got back and gave him his money I looked in the envelope but it only contained pictures of the place and a few of Seunghyun going in and out.

“Just for free since you are my noona I’ll take the liberty of telling you what I know and explaining the pictures you’re looking at. Ahem, the location known as ‘The War Zone’ is, in fact, a club more often used as a fighting club than a regular club. Many people often go there to fight or to see other people fight they could be newbies or famous street fighters or even people who do it as a profession” he explained.

“Very well but how does Seunghyun fit in all of this?”

Jungkook smirked “This ‘Seunghyun’ fellow is a regular at the club even more than a regular he’s in fact on of the best street fighters that they have however he doesn’t go by that name, whilst he’s there he goes by his street name TOP”

My eyes widen so that’s why those guys called him TOP and why he beat them up so easily. Everything did make sense now but… I frowned why did he keep this from me.

As if reading my mind my brother then said “There are restrictions to who can enter the club and who can for one you have to be over eighteen which is why it took me longer to get info than usual and also that the place is restricted to guys only so you don’t have to worry about him cheating”

I was surprized “I wasn’t thinking that he was cheating I was just-”

“It’s okay noona you don’t have to defend yourself. You already know I’m fairly good at keeping secrets”

With a sigh I leave to my room where I plant myself on my chair and look at the pictures “TOP” I mumble under my breath “Who are you?”

*The next evening*

Narrator’s POV

It was a normal day at The War Zone and the bouncer was just doing his job when he saw an awfully scrawny looking boy try to get in.

“Kid, I’ll be nice here, you should know this place is only for people are eighteen and over” he tried to shoo him away.

“But I already said I AM eighteen I just turned today” the boy argued.

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