TAEHYUNG × Y/N TRAINING WEEK BEGINS
Taehyung meets you on the indoor track with a bright smile.
"Let's start, Doc."
"I'm not a doctor," you reply calmly.
"You're better," he teases.
Training goes smoothly.
Tae compliments your techniques.
"You have magic hands."
You ignore the flirt but correct his posture gently.
Tae grins,
"Yoongi's right. You have no idea how special you are."
You pause.
"I don't like meaningless praise."
"This one isn't meaningless," Tae says softly.
You don't react.
You continue working.
But Jungkook watches from across the track.
His fists tighten.
He hates how comfortable Tae is with you.
He hates how unaffected you are.
He hates… everything today.
EVENING BREAK — HANNA'S MOVE
Hana walks toward Jungkook holding two sports drinks.
"For you," she smiles.
"Thanks," Jungkook replies absently, still looking at you.
Hana follows his gaze.
"You like her?"
Jungkook snaps,
"No."
"Then why are you staring like that?"
He doesn't answer.
Hana bites her lip.
"Jungkook… can I ask you something?"
"What?"
She steps closer.
Too close.
"Are you free after training? Maybe—"
Before she finishes,
Hana stands on her toes—
and tries to kiss him.
Jungkook jerks his head back.
"Hana— what are you doing?"
But it's too late.
You saw it.
You walked in at the exact moment.
Your eyes stay expressionless.
No hurt.
No jealousy.
Just professional neutrality.
You simply say:
"Jungkook, Coach wants your injury report."
Your voice is flat, calm.
Hana smirks a little, thinking she got a reaction.
But she didn't.
You didn't even slow your steps.
You hand Jungkook the file.
"Sign here."
He signs without looking at the paper —
he's staring at you.
"Y/N… it's not what it looked like."
"I didn't assume anything," you reply softly.
"Still—"
"It doesn't concern me."
That sentence punches him harder than any training session.
You walk away.
Hana smiles.
But Jungkook feels sick.
JUNGKOOK'S PRIVATE FRUSTRATION
He storms into the locker room.
Slams his water bottle.
"Why does she act like I'm nothing?"
Hana leans on the door.
"Maybe because to her… you are nothing."
Jungkook glares.
She laughs lightly.
"You're used to girls falling for you. She's not one of them."
He hates that it's true.
TAEHYUNG CHECKS ON YOU AGAIN
You sit in the physiotherapy room, writing notes.
Taehyung walks in, holding a banana milk.
"For you," he says gently.
You take it. "Thank you."
"You look tired," Tae says.
"Just work."
He sits next to you.
"You saw Hana trying to kiss Jungkook."
You don't look up. "Yes."
"You okay?"
"Yes."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
Taehyung smiles.
"You're the strongest person I've met."
"Why?"
"You never let anyone see your heart."
You don't reply.
Tae looks at you with warmth.
"You're safe around me, you know.
You don't have to close yourself off."
You cap your pen.
"It's not about safety, Taehyung.
It's about priorities."
He nods slowly.
"You really might be the only person Jungkook can't read."
You blink once.
"That's not my concern."
Taehyung sighs.
"But it's definitely his."
You enter the training hall exactly at 7:01 AM.
As usual.
Clipboard in hand.
Hair tied.
Calm face.
But today…
people are whispering.
You don't react.
You walk to the physio station —
where Yoongi waits with his usual sleepy half-smile.
"You heard it yet?" he asks.
"Heard what?"
He sighs, rubbing his forehead.
"You'll hear it in three… two…"
"Y/N!"
Hana appears out of nowhere.
You look at her with your usual blank expression.
Hana smiles too sweetly.
"So… how long have you and Taehyung been dating?"
Yoongi drops his pen.
Jungkook, across the hall, freezes mid-stretch.
Taehyung, tying his shoelaces, looks up sharply.
You blink.
"One more time?"
Your voice is flat.
Hana grins.
"Don't be shy! Everyone knows already."
You pause.
"Knows what?"
"That you and Taehyung are a thing."
The entire hall is watching.
Yoongi whispers under his breath,
"Oh she's gonna kill someone."
JUNGKOOK'S REACTION
He storms toward Hana first.
"Hana. What the hell are you talking about?"
She shrugs. "I saw them together last night."
Taehyung stands beside you now.
"We were just drinking banana milk," Taehyung says calmly.
Hana smirks.
"Alone? In the physio room? After she saw you almost kiss Jungkook?
Sounds like a jealous girlfriend to me."
You say nothing for 3 seconds.
Then—
You step closer to Hana.
Your voice is calm… too calm.
"Hana, I prefer scientific facts, not fiction."
She blinks.
"My relationship with athlete Kim Taehyung is professional."
Taehyung nods proudly behind you.
Hana opens her mouth again—
And you cut her off.
"You're spreading misinformation.
That's unprofessional and childish."
Jungkook bites his lip, trying not to smirk.
Hana scoffs,
"Oh come on, Y/N. You're always with Taehyung these days."
"That's because Coach assigned me to him."
You raise an eyebrow.
"Do you need me to explain what an assignment is?"
Jimin bursts out laughing.
Suga hides his smile behind his sleeve.
Hana's face reddens.
YOONGI PULLS YOU ASIDE
Yoongi grabs your wrist gently.
"Come with me."
You let him.
He takes you to the side hallway.
"Y/N… this rumor will spread fast."
"It'll die fast too."
Yoongi shakes his head.
"You're new here. They'll twist everything.
You're quiet — people think that means you're hiding something."
"I'm not hiding anything."
"I know. But they don't."
You stare at him.
Yoongi sighs.
"I'll handle it if it gets worse."
You nod once.
That's the closest thing to "thank you" you ever give him.
TAEHYUNG CHECKS ON YOU
During lunch break, Taehyung sits across from you with two trays.
"You okay?"
"Yes."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"You don't care about rumors?"
"No. I care about my work."
Taehyung smiles softly.
"You're something else, Y/N."
You chew your rice calmly.
JUNGKOOK CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE
He storms into the cafeteria and stands at your table.
"Y/N. Come with me."
You stare at him.
"No."
He clenches his jaw.
"Please."
Taehyung raises a brow.
Yoongi (who just arrived) watches silently.
You get up.
Only because you want peace.
He drags you outside — behind the cafeteria.
"Why didn't you deny it harder?" Jungkook says.
You blink.
"I denied it."
"Not enough."
You tilt your head.
"Why do you care?"
Jungkook freezes.
He opens his mouth—
then closes it.
"Because—because it's not true."
"I know."
"And because—"
He stops, frustrated.
Hands in hair.
Eyes burning.
"Just… don't let people misunderstand."
"Jungkook," you say softly,
"I don't live for people's misunderstandings."
That line hits him harder than any punch bag.
He whispers,
"You really don't feel anything, do you?"
You answer simply,
"I feel enough."
He doesn't understand.
He hates that he doesn't understand.