THE NEXT MORNING AT TRAINING
The atmosphere at the National Sports Academy feels heavier today.
You walk across the track with your clipboard, calm as always, hair tied up neatly, a pen between your fingers.
Across the field, Jungkook is already practicing sprints.
He sees you
and instantly looks away.
He's still upset about last night.
That unexpected lip-kiss between you and Yoongi.
And the fact that you didn't react.
Not shocked.
Not flustered.
Not embarrassed.
Just… normal.
That bothered him more than the kiss itself.
You walk past Jungkook without even a glance — and that bothers him even more.
YOONGI CATCHES UP WITH YOU
"Y/N," Yoongi calls softly, hands in pockets.
You turn.
He looks the same calm, lazy way he always does, but his eyes hold a question.
"About yesterday…" he begins.
You shrug, "Yoongi, it was a dare. It's fine. Don't think too much."
He chuckles, relieved.
"You're seriously the most unbothered person I've met."
"No point bothering over things that don't matter," you reply simply.
Yoongi watches you walk ahead, and mutters to himself:
"Yeah… that's the problem. You don't realize when something does matter."
ENTER THE NEW CHARACTER
HANA, a national-level sprinter from Japan, arrives for the international training exchange.
Tall. Pretty. Loud.
Exactly Jungkook's type.
Coaches gather to welcome her.
Jungkook, sweaty from running, walks over casually.
"Hana, right? I'm Jungkook."
She smiles widely,
"Oh, I know. Everyone knows you."
You're standing a few meters away, wrapping bandages.
Not even looking at them.
But Jungkook keeps sneaking glances at you
while pretending to flirt with Hana.
JUNGKOOK'S FRUSTRATION SHOWS
You kneel beside Taehyung, checking his ankle.
Tae smiles playfully, "Y/N, you should've been a doctor. You're too gentle for us rough athletes."
You reply calmly,
"Maybe. But I like helping people fix their injuries."
Jungkook's jaw tightens.
Hana notices.
"Is she your girlfriend?" Hana asks him teasingly.
He blurts, louder than he should:
"NO."
Everyone looks at him.
You blink slowly, unimpressed, and continue working.
Jungkook looks embarrassed but angrier at himself.
THE AFTERNOON DRAMA — HANA'S FIRST INJURY
Hana injures her calf muscle during her first sprint trial.
She winces loudly, "Ah! It hurts!"
Coaches call for you instantly.
You kneel next to her, professional and calm.
"You'll be fine. I need to check the muscle—"
Before you can finish, Hana grabs Jungkook's arm dramatically.
"It hurts a lot… can he stay with me?"
You don't care.
You don't react.
You just continue your exam.
Jungkook watches you with increasing irritation.
Why aren't you affected?
Why don't you look bothered?
Why are you so damn calm all the time?
JUNGKOOK CONFRONTS YOU ALONE
Later in the hallway, Jungkook corners you.
"Do you seriously not care at all?"
You look up. "Care about what?"
He steps closer.
"About Yoongi kissing you."
You answer, completely expressionless:
"It didn't affect my job. So no."
Jungkook clenches his jaw.
"Do you feel nothing?"
You steer your eyes away.
"That question is unnecessary."
He lets out a breath — half-annoyed, half-hurt.
"You're impossible, Y/N."
"And you're loud, Jungkook. We all have weaknesses."
And with that, you walk away.
Leaving him speechless.
TAEHYUNG CHECKS ON YOU
You sit on a bench outside, writing report notes.
Taehyung sits next to you, relaxed, leaning back.
"You okay? Jungkook seemed… heated."
You shrug. "He gets emotional. It's fine."
Tae laughs softly.
"You really treat all of us the same. Cold on the outside… warm somewhere very deep."
You don't respond.
But you don't move away either.
Taehyung looks at you sideways.
"I like that about you."
You sigh, rubbing your temples.
"You all read too much into things."
"No," Tae says gently.
"We just see what you don't."
YOONGI WATCHES FROM AFAR
Yoongi sees you with Taehyung.
Sees Jungkook staring.
Sees Hana hovering around Jungkook.
He exhales.
"This training camp just turned into a drama," he mutters.
Then he walks away, hands in pockets, planning something.
Something only Yoongi would do.
THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF GAME NIGHT
Coach Seonwoo stands in the middle of the track.
"Everyone! Tonight, 8 PM — team bonding. Games only. No training."
Athletes cheer.
You don't.
You simply blink once and continue filling forms.
Yoongi nudges your shoulder softly.
"Come on, Y/N. It'll be fun."
"Fun for you," you reply.
"I'll just watch."
But the team practically drags you there.
THE LOUNGE ROOM — TENSION STARTS EARLY
The lounge is loud.
Snacks everywhere.
Music playing.
Everyone in relaxed clothes.
You sit on the corner sofa with your notebook.
Jungkook enters wearing a black hoodie, hair messy from shower.
He spots you immediately — and tries to act like he didn't.
Hana runs to him instantly.
"Jungkook! Sit with me!"
You don't look up.
Taehyung arrives too, smiling warmly.
"Y/N, I saved a seat for you."
You nod politely and sit next to him.
Across the room, Jungkook frowns.
Hard.
TRUTH & DARE BEGINS
Yoongi spins the bottle.
It lands on him.
Jimin smirks, "Yoongi-hyung… truth or dare?"
"Truth."
Simple, flat tone.
Jimin grins.
"Do you like someone in this room?"
Yoongi's eyes flicker toward you for half a second.
Just half.
You don't notice — but Jungkook does.
Yoongi answers:
"No."
Jungkook relaxes.
A little.
THE BOTTLE LANDS ON YOU
Everyone screams.
You just look confused.
Hana smirks.
"Y/N, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
Hana leans forward.
"Have you ever had a crush on any athlete?"
You:
"No."
Jungkook: blinks fast
Yoongi: tiny smile
Tae: "See? She likes books more than people."
You nod, agreeing calmly.
THE BOTTLE LANDS ON JUNGKOOK
Dead silence.
Everyone looks at him.
"Truth or dare?" Yoongi asks, voice low.
Jungkook, staring right at you:
"Dare."
Yoongi smirks.
"I dare you… to let Y/N choose something for you to do."
Everyone turns to you.
You look up from your notebook, unimpressed.
Yoongi knew exactly what he was doing.
You calmly say:
"Sing a song. A calm one. No showing off."
Jungkook's throat tightens.
He expected you to pick something ridiculous.
But you picked something… serious.
He nods, swallows, and sings softly.
A slow, emotional verse.
Everyone gets quiet.
He keeps staring at you while singing —
but you're looking at your notebook again.
That hurts him more than any injury ever did.
HANA'S DARE
The bottle lands on Hana.
"Dare," she says instantly.
Taehyung smirks, "I dare you to… arm wrestle Jungkook."
Everyone cheers.
Except Jungkook — he looks annoyed.
They sit across each other, hands locked.
It's harmless fun.
But Hana keeps glancing at you
to see if you're watching.
You're not.
You're checking Yoongi's wrist tape.
Jungkook notices.
He loses focus — Hana almost beats him.
He hisses,
"Ya, concentrate!"
"Are you distracted because of someone?" Hana teases loudly.
Everyone looks at you.
You don't even look up.
Jungkook's ears turn red.
"No," he snaps.
FINAL ROUND — SMALL BUT EXPLOSIVE
Yoongi spins the bottle again.
It lands on Taehyung.
"Truth," Tae says casually.
Jungkook leans forward.
"Do you like Y/N?"
You look up, surprised.
Taehyung smirks.
"Of course."
Jungkook freezes.
Tae adds calmly,
"She's a good friend. Someone I respect."
You lower your eyes again.
No reaction.
Jungkook clenches his jaw.
Yoongi watches everyone quietly, understanding the storm building behind everyone's faces.
Y/N LEAVES THE GAME
You stand up suddenly.
"I have work. Goodnight."
No emotions.
No explanations.
Just… gone.
The room falls silent until the door closes.
Tae frowns.
"She looked tired."
Yoongi sighs, "She's overwhelmed."
Hana whispers to Jungkook,
"You should go check on her."
Jungkook says coldly:
"She doesn't need me."
But his eyes say the opposite.
He wants to go.
He's dying to go.
He just doesn't know why.
Coach Seonwoo stands with a board full of new assignments.
"The international trials are coming," he says loudly.
"We're reorganising teams."
You stand calmly with your clipboard.
Yoongi stands beside you, sleepy as always.
Jungkook and Hana whisper on the other side.
Taehyung stretches lazily, smiling.
Coach continues:
"Y/N will be assigned to athlete Kim Taehyung for a full training-week physical monitoring."
Jungkook's head snaps up.
Hana's eyes widen.
Taehyung smiles… a little too wide.
You simply nod.
"Understood."
Jungkook mutters under his breath,
"Understood? That's all?!"
YOONGI'S WORDS… AND JUNGKOOK OVERHEARS
Later in the hallway, Yoongi's walking with you.
"You okay?" he asks.
"Yes."
"You don't mind working with Taehyung for the week?"
"No. He's cooperative."
Yoongi chuckles.
"You really treat us like patients, not people."
"That's my job."
Yoongi stops walking for a moment.
Soft voice.
"…Sometimes you make me want to shake you, you know that?"
You blink, confused. "Why?"
Yoongi sighs, looking away.
"Because you don't understand how many people look at you differently."
You frown.
"That doesn't matter."
Yoongi mutters,
"It matters to them."
Suddenly…
Jungkook turns the corner.
He freezes.
He heard everything.
Yoongi notices Jungkook and gives him a small nod.
You simply walk past Jungkook without a glance.
But Jungkook stands there, stunned.
"People looking at her differently…
Who? Yoongi? Taehyung?
Since when…?"
A storm brews inside him.