Ansan 4
The moment they clashed, the air itself seemed to crack.
Giseok's fist shot forward like a bullet, no technique, no grace, just pure speed and aggression. It came straight for Taeyang's face, his entire body following the motion, like he didn't give a damn about defense.
Taeyang barely dodged, twisting his head at the last second. The punch missed his jaw by inches… but the air behind it shattered.
The rain flew from the impact, the shockwave of water rattling through the air.
Taeyang didn't get a chance to think before Giseok kept swinging.
No rhythm, no breathing space, just relentless fists tearing through the air, forcing Taeyang to keep moving.
His feet skidded against the wet pavement as he ducked, weaved, twisted around each wild but ridiculously fast strike.
Giseok wasn't fighting like a martial artist.
He was fighting like a man who couldn't feel pain.
Each time he missed, his knuckles slammed into something, walls, metal poles, the ground—and he didn't flinch.
A punch aimed at Taeyang's ribs smashed into the karaoke bar's outer wall instead and the entire wall shuddered.
CRACK!
A deep, sprawling fissure tore through the brickwork.
Another punch flew past Taeyang's ear.
BOOM!
The streetlight behind him bent inward, half-collapsing.
Taeyang snarled. Enough.
His instincts roared, and he lunged in.
His claws flashed—ten slashes aimed straight for Giseok's chest, fast, on target.
But Giseok—
… didn't dodge.
He charged through it.
Taeyang's fingers raked across skin, drawing blood, scraping off flesh—but Giseok barely reacted.
He took them like they were nothing and swung his elbow straight into Taeyang's stomach.
A solid, rib-shattering blow.
Taeyang gagged as he was blasted backwards, boots skidding against the asphalt. His back slammed into a street pole, nearly snapping it in half.
A lesser man would've folded.
Taeyang pushed forward instead.
He wiped his mouth, breathing deep, and grinned.
"You don't even feel that, do you?" Taeyang exhaled.
Giseok's chest rose and fell, his blood dripping onto the pavement. But his eyes… his fucking eyes were blank. Empty.
Like nothing hurt anymore.
"Doesn't matter," he said.
His voice wasn't mocking. It wasn't cocky.
It was just flat.
Taeyang narrowed his eyes.
This wasn't normal.
A man this strong—no, a man this broken—
Fighting like he was trying to die.
Fighting like he wanted Taeyang to kill him.
Giseok moved again.
Fast.
Too fast.
He closed the distance in an instant, his fist colliding into Taeyang's side like a sledgehammer.
BOOM!
Taeyang's body nearly folded from the impact. His boots dragged against the wet pavement, but he planted his feet hard, countering with a vicious uppercut.
Giseok's head snapped back—but he didn't stumble.
Didn't even blink.
Instead, he grabbed Taeyang by the collar and hurled him through the air.
Taeyang twisted mid-flight, flipping his body at the last second to avoid smashing into the wall—
Too late.
CRASH.
His back slammed into the building. The impact ran through the entire structure, cracks spider webbing through the brick.
A signboard rattled loose from the shock and crashed onto the pavement below.
Taeyang hit the ground on one knee, coughing hard. His ribs screamed.
Yeah.
Giseok was stronger.
Not just raw power. Everything. His body moved like it didn't have limits. Like he had nothing to hold back for.
But that was it.
The moment Giseok moved in again, Taeyang reacted.
He shifted his weight, twisting just enough… then ducked low, spinning, swiping his claws toward Giseok's legs.
The nails ripped through skin.
Giseok stumbled.
For the first time in the entire fight—his balance broke. It didn't matter that Giseok didn't care about his pain, the damage to the muscle itself would have made him stumble regardless.
Taeyang took the opening instantly.
He surged up, fist crashing into Giseok's stomach with enough force to send him flying.
CRUNCH!
Giseok slammed into an old wreckage of a car, the metal caving inward from the impact.
For a brief second…just one, he stayed down.
His head was bowed. His fingers twitched.
Then—
He laughed.
A broken, empty laugh.
"You think this fight means anything?" Giseok muttered.
He pushed himself up, his shoulders shaking. Not from pain. From something deeper.
"You think winning here is gonna change a damn thing?"
Taeyang wiped the blood from his chin and scoffed. "You talk a lot for someone who just ate shit against a Hyundai."
Giseok didn't react.
He just… stared.
Straight at Taeyang. Straight through Taeyang.
It happens occasionally.
"You don't get it," he whispered. His voice was quiet. Tired. "None of this matters."
When your body becomes hot in the middle of a fight.
His hands shook.
And suddenly—heat.
To be brief, it's self-hatred. You can't stand feeling disgusted with yourself.
A searing, burning pressure rose from Giseok's skin, mixing with the rain, warping the air itself.
Taeyang's pupils narrowed.
It rises from deep inside, like magma bubbling from beneath the surface…
The emotions, the shame, the rage…
His instincts screamed.
They turn into hysteria.
Taeyang's head tilted… just slightly. He didn't think. Didn't plan.
He just moved.
CRACK!
A sharp whistle cut through the air, splitting the rain apart.
Something blurred past his cheek… too fast to see.
Taeyang's eyes snapped toward the ground—just in time to watch the impact.
The pavement shattered.
Not cracked. Fucking shattered.
Tiny fragments of concrete and asphalt burst outwards like shrapnel, embedding themselves into the walls, the ground, his skin.
Taeyang exhaled sharply, lifting his fingers to his cheek.
A thin line of blood.
What the hell…
His gaze lifted and met Giseok's, his breath nearly hitched.
Because Giseok's hands….
His fingers were curled, shaking violently, his skin torn open. Not just bruised. Not just bloodied.
Pierced.
Deep, jagged pieces of concrete were lodged in his palms, jutting out from between his fingers.
His knuckles were raw, broken, bleeding.
And still, Giseok just stood there. Breathing heavy. Dripping in the rain. Unmoving.
The realization hit.
Taeyang's head turned back to the impact site—then back to Giseok's fingers.
Those shards… he hadn't picked them up.
He had torn them straight from the earth.
With his bare fucking hands.
Taeyang's jaw tightened.
Fuck.
***
Daehyun leaned forward, his grip tightening on the handles, the streetlights casting brief, flickering glows across the wet roads. Each breath he took was sharp, controlled.
The rain pounded against the pavement, the dull roar of his motorcycle engine swallowed by the storm.
Somewhere in the back compartment, his fried chicken sat untouched, the smell barely noticeable beneath the scent of the rain-soaked city.
Normally, he would've been looking forward to it. Normally.
But not tonight.
His phone had buzzed once. Then twice.
Then the calls wouldn't stop.
The first had been from one of their guys outside.
The second had cut off mid-sentence.
And then the third—
A muffled grunt of pain before the line went dead.
Daehyun had heard enough.
The rain blurred past him as he sped through the streets, droplets hitting his face like needles. His pulse thrummed in his ears, faster than the rhythm of the storm.
Then he saw him.
Kangjun.
A few streets away from the bar, backed into a corner.
Ten… no, more than that.
A dozen men surrounding him, some already on the ground, others pressing forward. One swung a lead pipe.
Kangjun barely dodged.
Daehyun's expression darkened.
Not on his fucking watch.
He yanked the brakes—hard.
The motorcycle screeched as he cut the engine, the back wheel skidding sideways before stopping.
Daehyun moved as the sudden brake threw him off the bike.
Before the closest guy could even turn, Daehyun's fist crushed into his jaw.
The man didn't stumble.
He flew.
Another turned, a knife in hand—too slow.
Daehyun grabbed his wrist, twisting it in a flash of movement. A sharp snap.
The knife clattered to the ground and a scream followed.
Kangjun took the distraction, slamming an elbow into the ribs of the guy behind him.
The others hesitated.
Daehyun straightened, cracking his knuckles.
"...The hell are you all waiting for?" His grin sharpened. "Come on."
For a second… just a second, they did nothing.
Then they rushed him.
Daehyun exhaled. Good.
The next few moments blurred into motion.
A fist came at him as he weaved past it.
Another, he blocked, countering with a devastating hook to the ribs.
Someone tried to tackle him, Daehyun's knee drove into his chest.
Bodies hit the ground one by one, the sound of impacts drowned out by the storm.
By the time the last man collapsed, clutching his stomach, Daehyun rolled his shoulders, exhaling.
"Shit," Kangjun muttered, wiping blood from his temple.
Daehyun glanced at him. "What the hell happened?"
Kangjun inhaled sharply.
"More than a hundred people… they surrounded our border's area."
Daehyun's breath slowed.
Kangjun wiped the rain from his face. "They just… started beating the shit out of us. No warning. No message. Just fists."
One hundred.
Daehyun clenched his jaw.
"...Taeyang?"
Kangjun shook his head. "He's inside. But Giseok—they said he's there."
The words settled deep.
Daehyun didn't speak for a moment.
Then… he inhaled sharply, shaking the rain from his hair.
His mind was made up.
He turned toward the karaoke bar, sprinting, finally emerging up road just before the street emerging to the karaoke bar.
People.
Too many fucking people.
Their guys were barely holding on… outnumbered five to one. Some were already down, rain pooling beneath their bodies.
Daehyun's fingers curled. Tight.
Fine.
He'd just beat all of them.
He moved.
The first bastard barely had time to flinch, Daehyun's knee crushed into his ribs, lifting him clean off the ground.
Another lunged—stupid.
Daehyun caught his wrist, twisted, and flung him into the next guy. Their bodies slammed into the wall with a dull, sickening crack.
A third came in from behind—Daehyun ducked, pivoting on instinct.
His elbow drove into the guy's jaw.
A fist flew toward his ribs—he knocked it aside. A boot swung at his head—he stepped into it, took the bastard down by the throat.
Fists. Boots. Knees.
Daehyun moved like a storm.
No hesitation. No prior thought.
Just violence.
Bodies fell. One after another.
Then—
A voice.
Calm. But almost happy.
"So he wasn't lying."
Daehyun barely had time to react.
A fist… no, a fucking hammer drove into his ribs.
The air ripped from his lungs.
His body lifted.
For a split second, he was weightless—then the pavement shattered against his back.
He rolled through the rain, chest burning but quickly flipping back up to his feet.
Daehyun's vision swam for a moment, rain dripping into his eyes, but he forced his head up.
And then—
What?
He blinked.
The neon lights from the bar were too far to touch him, swallowed by the storm.
Black hair, damp from the rain, clung to his forehead, casting shadows over his stone-solid features. His clothes, a simple business suit... barely looked like they belonged in the middle of this chaos.
He didn't move like the others, didn't stand like the others. No wasted tension, no unnecessary posturing.
Just stillness.
And yet... Daehyun knew better.
Knew that kind of quiet wasn't weakness. It was the kind that came from absolute confidence. The kind that made someone dangerous.
Someone like Jinhwan Go.
Jinhwan exhaled, tilting his head.
"I wasn't sure if that depressed fucker was telling the truth."
His voice was low, even. Like this wasn't a fight, but some casual conversation in the middle of a storm.
He rolled his shoulder, taking off his suit jacket and tossing it onto the wet ground, rain dripping from his knuckles.
"But now?"
A slow smirk crept onto his face.
"I'm glad I came."
The rain drummed between them.
Daehyun pressed his palm against the concrete.
His breath came slow. Even.
And he grinned.
"...Yeah?"
Daehyun's feet shifted.
Not wide, not high. Low. Stable. A stance that looked deceptively casual… until you realized how deeply his heels had dug into the pavement.
His body coiled, weight settling not just in his legs, but in his whole damn frame, a loaded weapon disguised as stillness.
Daehyun's fingers curled… not a tight, reckless fist, but something sharper. A fist meant to pierce.
To crush.
He spat onto the pavement, watching as the saliva mixed with the rain.
"Then let's make sure you leave in pieces."
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Giseok has heat mode??!! Le gasp, who would've thought.
Told you the next chapter was longer.
I wonder what martial art Daehyun uses...
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