Giseok moved.
A straight kick—sharp, on point. Taeyang barely twisted out of the way before a second one followed, aiming to take his head clean off.
He ducked, but Giseok's knee came up immediately, catching him under the chin—cracking against his jaw and sending him stumbling back.
A lesser man would've been rattled.
Taeyang just laughed.
He wiped his mouth, spitting blood to the side. "You think that's enough to kill me?!
Giseok didn't answer. His footwork shifted slightly, weight evenly distributed. He exhaled with his fists clenched. Still focused. Still fighting.
Taeyang's grin stretched wider. "Damn, you're boring. Your brother must've been louder than you."
Giseok froze for just half a second.
Just long enough.
Taeyang lunged, his fingers clawing toward Giseok's face. Not a punch. Not even a strike. A rake of his nails, vicious and wild. Giseok barely dodged, but the tips still tore across his cheek, peeling skin raw. A burning slash.
Giseok countered instantly—his elbow shot forward, aimed straight for Taeyang's temple. But Taeyang was already too close.
His teeth sank into Giseok's forearm.
Hard.
Flesh split. Blood gushed.
Giseok's body jerked violently as pain exploded through his arm, but Taeyang didn't let go. He bit deeper, feeling skin tear beneath his canines, like a wild dog trying to rip off a chunk.
Then he tore away, spitting out blood and flesh.
Giseok reeled back, hand clutching his shoulder, his breathing sharp.
Taeyang exhaled through his teeth, chest heaving, eyes feverish. "You taste like shit."
Giseok silently wiped his mouth. His right eye was swelling, his shoulder throbbing.
Taeyang wouldn't let him focus.
"You know," he said, wiping the blood from his lips, "I get it now." He took a step forward, then another. "Why you fight like this." His fingers twitched, his voice dropped lower, mocking.
"You're just trying to die, aren't you?"
Giseok's jaw clenched.
"That's why you let me do this to you," Taeyang continued, gesturing to Giseok's ruined face. His voice was softer now, almost amused.
"That's why you let me bite out your eye. Rip your skin. That's why you didn't kill me when you had the chance."
He cocked his head. "Cause deep down, you don't want to win."
Giseok moved fast.
A straight punch—faster than before.
Taeyang leaned into it.
The impact cracked against his cheekbone, his head whipping sideways, but his body didn't budge. Instead, he grabbed Giseok's wrist mid-strike.
And dug his nails in.
"Good," Taeyang exhaled. "Now you're listening."
Giseok yanked his arm free, but Taeyang was already stepping forward, his palm dragging across Giseok's throat. Not a punch. Not a grapple. A raw, clawing swipe.
It wasn't a technique. It wasn't discipline.
It was hunger.
Giseok stumbled back, breath hitching, his chest heaving.
Taeyang tilted his head, watching him.
"You know," he said, voice light, conversational, like they weren't both bleeding out in a junkyard, "If your brother were still alive, he'd be really fucking disappointed in you."
Giseok's fist clenched.
"Just kidding," Taeyang grinned. "He'd be dead either way."
Giseok snapped.
He lunged, every ounce of restraint shattering. Taeyang welcomed it.
Giseok's body moved before his mind.
There was no thought. No hesitation. Just raw, desperate motion.
His foot slammed into the ground.
The earth fractured beneath him, jagged shards of concrete tearing free as if the ground itself was fighting back. The debris shot upwards in uneven chunks, but Giseok was already moving—kicking, grabbing, hurling.
One. Two. Three—
The first chunk barely missed, whizzing past Taeyang's head and smashing against a rusted car.
The second, Taeyang slapped aside, shattering it with a wild swing of his arm.
The third?
Straight into his chest.
*CRACK*
Taeyang stumbled. Just slightly. Just enough.
Giseok lunged forward. His fist dug into Taeyang's gut before he could reset, driving into his ribs like a hammer into stone.
Taeyang exhaled sharply. A real reaction.
But then he grinned.
"That all you got?" His breath hitched, but the feverish glint in his eyes didn't waver. "Throw another one. Maybe you'll actually kill me this time."
Giseok didn't waste his breath.
His foot swept beneath him, grinding through dirt and gravel, another chunk of the ground breaking loose. He kicked it straight up—a makeshift boulder sent flying toward Taeyang's head.
But Taeyang didn't dodge.
He ran through it.
*SMASH*
The concrete exploded against his shoulder, but he kept moving. Giseok barely had time to react before Taeyang was in his face again, his nails clawing for his throat.
Giseok twisted—too slow.
Taeyang's fingers raked across his chest, peeling through fabric, tearing into skin.
Deep.
The pain was instant.
And for the first time—Giseok let out a sharp breath.
Taeyang saw it. Heard it. He tilted his head, his grin stretching wider.
"Oh? That one hurt, huh?" He lifted his bloodied hand, flexing his fingers as if admiring his own work.
"Good."
Giseok struck.
A brutal palm strike slammed into Taeyang's chin, snapping his head back, sending him staggering. But Giseok didn't stop. He stepped in, close and suffocating—
The motion was so fast, so precise, that Taeyang barely registered it before it was already happening.
Giseok's knife, a jagged, rusted piece of metal pulled straight from the wreckage— was in his left hand. And instead of aiming for Taeyang…
He drove it into his own stomach.
The blade pierced through flesh, through muscle, sinking into himself without a single flinch.
Then he pushed forward.
The blade slid through his own body and into Taeyang's.
Straight into his side.
*SHHK*
Taeyang jerked.
His whole body seized up, the feeling of cold steel sinking in. His breath caught in his throat, his grin faltering—just for a moment.
Giseok exhaled slowly.
"…Hurts, doesn't it?"
Taeyang's head snapped toward him. His breathing was heavy, his face unreadable for the first time since the fight started.
Giseok's expression was unreadable, too.
No satisfaction. No anger. Just emptiness.
He twisted the blade.
Taeyang snarled, his body jerking violently. His fingers twitched, already reaching up—tearing the blade free.
Blood poured, dark and thick, down both of their bodies.
Taeyang staggered slightly, then laughed.
"God, you're fucked up." His voice was hoarse, raw with something between pain and admiration.
Giseok didn't respond.
The stab wound barely slowed them down.
Taeyang tore the blade from his side, flinging it to the ground with a wet clang, and Giseok barely even flinched at the open wound in his own stomach. Their bodies were screaming, muscles fraying, blood leaking from a dozen different places—
But neither of them gave a shit.
Because the fight wasn't over.
Giseok lunged first, and Taeyang met him head-on.
Fist. Fist. Elbow. Knee.
Every blow landed. Flesh smacking against flesh, bones rattling, the dull, wet sounds of impact echoing through the junkyard. Neither of them dodged. Neither of them even tried.
Just traded.
Taeyang's fingers dug into Giseok's shoulder, twisting and tearing as he slammed a knee into his ribs, only for Giseok to return it with a vicious headbutt straight into his nose.
Taeyang's head snapped back, blood splattering from his nostrils, but he laughed through it.
"Fucking hell, that one almost made me see God—"
Giseok didn't let him finish.
He grabbed Taeyang by the collar and drove him into the nearest wreckage.
*BOOM*
The rusted frame of an old car crumpled under the force, sending sparks flying as metal screeched against metal. But Taeyang didn't stay down. Didn't even hesitate.
Before Giseok could back away, Taeyang lunged out of the wreckage, grabbed him by the face, and slammed his head into the hood of the car.
*BANG*
And again—
*BANG*
And again—
*BANG*
The car collapsed beneath the force, its windshield spider webbing into a thousand tiny fractures.
The car hood wasn't enough.
Taeyang could feel it, the heat in his blood, the unfiltered rage still roaring in his chest. The windshield had shattered, the metal frame had buckled, but Giseok's head was still intact.
And that pissed him off.
So before Giseok could push himself off the wreckage, Taeyang grabbed him by the hair and swung him sideways, slamming his face into the rusted car door instead.
*CRACK*
A spray of blood. Teeth scraping against jagged metal.
Giseok twisted with the impact, breaking free from Taeyang's grip—and he didn't hesitate.
He bit him.
Hard.
Right into Taeyang's fucking cheek.
A wet, meaty tear as flesh ripped from flesh. Taeyang roared in fury, shoving him back, but Giseok just spat out the blood and grinned.
"You're getting sloppy," he panted, blood dripping from his lips.
Taeyang laughed, but his eyes were wild. He wiped at his torn cheek, smearing blood across his jaw.
"Sloppy?" He flexed his fingers, rolling his neck. "You're just copying me."
And he charged.
Giseok grabbed a chunk of broken glass from the shattered windshield, aiming to stab it straight into Taeyang's neck—
But Taeyang caught his hand and flexed, shattering the glass inside his palm.
The glass shards dropped, Giseok's hand bent wrong, but he still swung with his other fist, knuckles smashing into Taeyang's temple.
Taeyang's vision flashed white.
But he didn't fall.
He just grinned wider.
"Harder," he taunted, voice slurred with blood. "Hit me like you actually want me dead—"
Giseok grabbed the nearest chunk of concrete and slammed it into his ribs.
Taeyang felt something crack.
But so did Giseok.
Because Taeyang's knee slammed up into his stomach, right where the stab wound still bled fresh.
Giseok gagged.
Taeyang didn't stop.
He lifted him by the collar, spun on his heel, and threw him—
Straight through the fucking windshield.
*CRASH*
Glass exploded. Giseok's body crunched against the shattered remains of the car's interior.
He didn't move for a second.
And then his fingers twitched and gripped something.
Taeyang stepped forward.
And Giseok swung a goddamn tire iron at his head.
*BANG*
The impact rattled his skull, sending him staggering back.
But he caught himself.
Spat out the blood.
And grinned.
"Aww," he rasped, rolling his jaw. "You're adorable."
Giseok didn't answer.
Didn't smirk. Didn't even blink.
He just charged.
The tire iron swung again.
Taeyang ducked—it smashed into a rusted metal beam behind him, sending sparks flying. Giseok adjusted, shifting his grip, swinging low—
Taeyang caught it mid-air.
Their arms tensed.
A heartbeat of silence.
Then Taeyang ripped it from Giseok's hands and bent it over his knee, tossing it away.
A feral grin.
"You done?"
Giseok didn't answer.
Because his fingers were already closing around a steel chain from the junk pile.
And Taeyang fucking loved it.
Before he could react, the chain whipped through the air.
*CRACK*
The metal lashed across his ribs, tearing into flesh, sending white-hot pain ripping through his side.
"Pfft—" Taeyang exhaled, staggering back. "Oh, you're gonna be fun."
Giseok didn't stop. He swung again—fast, brutal, aiming straight for Taeyang's throat.
But Taeyang was already moving.
He ducked low, the chain slicing just past his head, and lunged forward like a rabid dog.
*CHOMP*
His teeth sank into Giseok's forearm.
Giseok barely flinched—but his grip loosened.
That was all Taeyang needed.
He grabbed the chain with both hands and yanked—slamming his forehead into Giseok's face at the same time.
*BANG*
Giseok's head snapped back, blood spraying from his already-ruined nose.
Taeyang ripped the chain from his grasp and immediately swung it like a bat.
*CRACK*
It smashed into Giseok's ribs, bending around his body from the sheer force.
Giseok spat blood, but he didn't fall.
Instead, he let the impact carry him backward—straight into a pile of concrete rubble.
And Taeyang's grin widened.
"Oh, you piece of shit. You're actually smart."
Giseok's hand shot down, grabbing a sharp chunk of concrete from the pile and hurling it straight at Taeyang's face.
*CRACK*
The impact exploded across his jaw, making his vision blur. Before he could recover, Giseok was already moving… using the momentum to launch forward, knee driving into Taeyang's stomach.
*BOOM*
Taeyang's back slammed into an overturned car, denting the metal.
And Giseok wasn't done.
He grabbed Taeyang by the hair, lifting him slightly—
—only for Taeyang to ram his fingers into Giseok's bleeding eye.
Giseok screamed.
Taeyang laughed.
"Almost got me, huh?" His voice was breathless, hysterical. "Too bad I fucking cheat."
Giseok lurched away, his vision spiraling, his ruined right eye completely useless now—
—and that was what Taeyang was waiting for.
His foot blurred.
It was a technique he'd been thinking about ever since his kick had gotten strong enough to dent solid steel.
*CRACK*
And Taeyang's shin smashed into the right side of his skull.
A kick powerful enough to have its own recoil, its own opposite force.
Due to the focus and effort required, Taeyang rarely used the kick more than once in succession.
But before he could even process the hit, before he could even stumble, Taeyang used the recoil from the kick, his body twisting, spinning through the air like a goddamn hurricane—
And another kick slammed into his blind spot.
But now?
Then another.
Then another.
Each impact bigger than the last. Each one faster.
In his current state of self hatred, powered purely by instinct?
He didn't care that he shouldn't be physically capable of such an attack.
Taeyang's body moved like a fucking machine, heat surging through his veins, muscles screaming but still pushing.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Giseok's body got ragdolled with every hit. His skull ricocheting off metal, his arms twitching—trying to guard, trying to do anything—
He just did it anyway.
His body spun one last time—
And the final low kick buried Giseok's head straight through the wreckage of a car.
The Infinite Low Kick.
*BOOM*
The metal buckled. The ground underneath cracked. The entire junk pile shuddered.
And Giseok stopped moving.
The only sound left was the faint creak of the crushed wreckage.
Giseok staggered… and then with a sickening crunch, pulled his head out of the car.
"So that's it?" Taeyang exhaled, his voice rough and raw. "That's how you're gonna get revenge for your brother?"
Giseok didn't answer. Not right away.
His breaths were uneven. His whole body was shaking.
Then finally… he spoke.
"...I don't know."
A simple, honest answer.
Taeyang clicked his tongue, tilting his head. "Kinda pathetic, don't you think?"
Giseok didn't respond but he did lift his gaze.
And then quietly, he asked:
"Why do you work for Minho?"
Taeyang blinked.
And for the first time since the fight started… he hesitated.
A pause. A flicker of something in his expression. Like he wasn't sure.
Like he had never even thought about it.
"I don't know," he admitted, rolling his shoulders. "I just wanted to fight."
Giseok's breath came out slow. Steady.
Then, softer—
"Then I guess we're the same."
Taeyang's grin widened.
"...Yeah. Guess so."
Silence stretched between them.
The junkyard was quiet now. The sounds of their fight had faded.
Only the distant creak of metal and the flickering hum of the overhead floodlights remained, thuds and cracks from the fights echoing across from the street next to them.
Then Taeyang took a deep breath.
"I'll find out, y'know."
Giseok glanced up at him.
Taeyang cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders, as if shrugging off the pain.
"Why your little brother got killed. I'll figure it out." He exhaled, tapping his fist against his palm. "Don't really care about revenge or whatever, but..."
His grin stretched wide. "You were fun. Both of our fights."
Giseok's expression was unreadable.
Then finally… he nodded. A slow, tired nod.
His body swayed. And then—
He collapsed.
Just like that.
His body hit the dirt, motionless except for the slow, shallow rise and fall of his chest.
Taeyang stood over him, his body wavering. His own exhaustion finally catching up.
His whole body was screaming.
But he was still standing.
His grin twitched wider.
"...Heh.... I won."
Then, with a satisfied sigh—
He collapsed, too.
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Might be the longest chapter I've ever belted out, goddamn.
I was kinda tempted to split it into two chapters but I think it's better when reading something like this in one go.
I hope that was a satisfying end to that fight. That infinite low kick technique was inspired by Kang Seok's infinite suplex from questism, I kinda liked it.
Ansan arc is nearly coming to an end, not really much story, this is still a beginning arc anyways. Hope y'all enjoyed.
I won't be updating tomorrow because there's a tonne of shit I have to do so just take this extra long chap as 2 chaps.
Stones and reviews.