Chapter 7 - Undefined Lines

🌆 Evening — Jungkook's Girlfriend Appears 

You were walking while carrying a first-aid kit when someone suddenly stopped in front of you.

She was tall.Pretty.Well dressed.The kind of face that always looks ready for photos.

She looked at you and asked,"Are you Y/N?"

You nodded.

She smiled politely."I'm Haneul. Jungkook's girlfriend."

Before you could even reply, she leaned a little closer.

"Can you stop interfering in his training schedule?"

You frowned, confused."I'm his physiotherapist. It's my job—"

She cut you off.

"He's fine. You don't need to worry so much about him."

Her voice wasn't angry.It wasn't threatening.

It was just… possessive.

Then she turned around and walked away.

Your fingers tightened around the first-aid kit without you realizing it.

🌙 Night — A Shocking Twist

Later that night, while walking back to the rooms, you heard voices coming from the empty gym.

Jungkook's voice.

And Haneul's.

She sounded angry.

"Why were you holding her?""Why do you always go to her?"

Jungkook replied quietly,"She's my physiotherapist."

"Then why did you look jealous when Yoongi was with her?"

You froze where you stood.

Everything went silent.

Then Jungkook spoke again, his voice cold and firm.

"Haneul… stop."

You didn't want to hear anything else.

You turned to leave—

But someone gently held your wrist.

Yoongi.

He had seen you freeze.

He said softly,"Don't listen to other people's storms."

You looked at him.

He was right.

You were not part of Jungkook's emotional mess.You had your own life.Your own dreams.Your own limits.

Yoongi gently squeezed your hand.

"Come on," he said."Let's go."

You nodded.

And you walked away—away from the one storm that was trying to pull you into it.

🕕 06:20 AM — Physiotherapy Center 

You're early again.

The room is silent.Machines are still off.Morning sunlight is just starting to touch the mats.

You're checking a muscle-fatigue chart when the glass door opens.

It's Yoongi.

Messy hair.Oversized hoodie.Calm face, like the morning belongs to him.

"Morning," he says."You're early again."

You don't look up.

"Good morning. I have a lot to finish."

He watches you for a moment.

"Or… you just don't sleep."

You finally look at him, not amused.

"It's called discipline."

He smirks and casually sits on your desk — no hesitation, no apology.Just Yoongi being Yoongi.

"Come to the rooftop after your shift," he says."I made something new."

You blink, surprised.

"Why would I?"

He shrugs slightly.

"Because I want to show you."

He doesn't explain more.He doesn't need to.

You think for a second… then nod.

🏟 09:10 AM — Training Arena 

The arena is loud.

Sprinters are running.Coaches are shouting.Cameras are everywhere.

A huge banner flashes:

"NATIONAL SPORTS REALITY SERIES — FILMING TODAY."

Great.

You hate attention, and now microphones are everywhere.

Then Jungkook walks in.

Sweat already on his neck.Sharp jawline.Hair pushed back.

The camera crew surrounds him instantly.

You don't even look twice.

You're busy treating another injured athlete when his voice cuts through the noise.

"Y/N! My shoulder's stiff!"

You don't turn around.

"You have a warm-up routine. Do it."

He freezes.

Everyone freezes.

She just ignored Korea's golden boy… on camera?

Jungkook glances at the cameras, embarrassed — but also curious.

He walks closer.

"…Can you check it? It hurts."

You finish icing your patient.Write your notes.Only then do you look at him.

"Wait."

You say it calmly and turn away again.

At that moment, Yoongi walks past.

He gently taps your shoulder.

"Coffee later?"

"Okay," you reply.

Jungkook watches everything.

His eyebrows tighten.His jaw clenches.

He doesn't like this.

He doesn't know why —but he really doesn't like it.

🕛 12:00 PM — Training Break 

Finally, you call him.

"Jungkook. Table."

He jumps on immediately, like a well-trained puppy —even though five cameras are still filming.

You press his shoulder muscle.

He lets out a soft sound.

"Pain level?" you ask calmly.

"…Uh… six?"

You look at him.

"No. It's four. Don't exaggerate."

The staff laughs again.

Jungkook's ears turn red.

"You're so strict," he mutters.

"Because you act like a five-year-old," you reply.

He just stares.

No one talks to him like this.

Then Taehyung walks past, holding an energy drink.

"Y/N," he says gently."Want one?"

You take it with a small smile.

"Thank you."

Taehyung smiles back —soft, friendly, warm.

Jungkook sees that smile.

He hates it.

He mutters under his breath,"What's with everyone flirting with her?"

You ignore him completely.

🕕 06:45 PM — ROOFTOP

You sit beside Yoongi as the city lights glow quietly below.The evening air is cool, and the noise from the streets feels far away.

Yoongi plays his melody.

It's soft and steady, calm in a way that slowly settles inside you.The sound feels comforting, like rest after a long, tiring day.

You close your eyes for a moment.

"It's beautiful," you whisper.

Yoongi doesn't look at the view.He looks at you.

"Y/N… you know…" he says quietly.

He moves a little closer, slow enough for you to stop him if you want to.You don't.

The space between you fades.His hand comes up, resting gently along your jaw.

Then Yoongi kisses you.

It's slow and careful, soft without asking for anything more.You don't pull away.

Because for the first time in days, your heart feels calm instead of heavy.

The door suddenly clicks open.

You turn.

Jungkook stands there, breathing hard, sweat on his forehead like he ran all the way up.His eyes land on Yoongi's hand still resting on your cheek.

He freezes.

"…Oh," he says quietly.

He tries to smile, but it doesn't work.

"Sorry," he adds."I thought you were here alone."

He steps back, then leaves without waiting.

Silence fills the rooftop.

Yoongi watches the door close.

"You don't need to explain," he says softly."But he likes you."

You shake your head.

"I don't care."

Yoongi nods.

But downstairs, out of sight, Jungkook slams his fist against the railing, the sharp pain doing nothing to ease what's inside him.

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