. THE RUMOR EXPLODES
By evening, the entire sports academy is talking about:
"Y/N × Taehyung dating secretly."
People gossip in hallways.
Girls glare at you.
Athletes whisper when you pass.
You remain calm, collected, cold.
But Jungkook?
He's pacing.
Restless.
Angry at Hana.
Angry at the rumors.
Angry at you for not reacting.
And possibly…
angry at himself.
. THE FINAL BLOW
Coach calls you to his office.
"Miss Y/N, a rumor has reached administration."
You answer politely,
"It's false."
"I know. But you must clear it publicly."
You blink slowly.
"Publicly?"
"Tomorrow morning."
You nod.
"Understood."
Jungkook, standing outside the office, overhears everything.
His chest tightens.
He whispers:
"I'm not letting Hana ruin her."
The night was cold.
The campus was silent.
Only two vending machines hummed in the dark.
You sat alone on a wooden bench with a can of warm cocoa between your palms, eyes half-tired from studying athletes' evaluation sheets.
Suddenly…
"Why are you awake?"
A soft voice.
You looked up — it wasn't Jungkook.
It was Taehyung.
Hands in pockets, hair messy, sweater oversized, eyes sleepy but warm.
You blinked.
"Couldn't sleep. Updating reports."
Taehyung sat beside you like it was the most normal thing, stretching long legs forward.
Tae:
"Y/N… have you ever tried not being the most hardworking person on earth?"
You snorted softly — a rare smile.
Taehyung's eyes widened dramatically.
"WHOA— Did you just smile at me? I need to record this historic moment."
You hit his shoulder lightly.
"Shut up, Taehyung."
He grinned like a child.
"Now I understand why Yoongi hyung likes talking to you."
Your face went blank.
"Yoongi… talks a lot."
Taehyung shot you a teasing smirk.
"Hyung doesn't talk to anyone. He talks to you."
Before you could reply—
A footsteps sound appeared behind.
⭐ Yoongi appears — too close, as usual
Yoongi walked out of the building, hands in hoodie pockets, hair tied half-up.
He spotted you.
And instantly walked over.
Yoongi:
"You're still awake? Come on, you'll get sick."
He casually rested a hand on your shoulder —
and Taehyung watched with a tiny smile.
But someone else was also watching…
⭐ Jungkook sees it — and his blood boils
From the sports building's glass hallway, Jungkook had been walking out with his duffle bag slung over his shoulder.
He froze.
Yoongi's hand on your shoulder.
You laughing softly with Taehyung.
You surrounded by them.
Not him.
For a second, something sharp twisted in his chest — jealousy, annoyance, something he didn't want to name.
He clenched his jaw so hard that his teeth almost cracked.
Jungkook (internally):
Why the hell is she always with Yoongi hyung?
He told himself he didn't care.
He told himself you were "just assigned staff."
But the way Yoongi leaned a little closer…
the way Taehyung made you laugh…
the way you didn't even notice Jungkook standing there—
That burned.
Hard.
He walked toward you three, expression cold.
⭐ The confrontation (silent and intense)
Yoongi turned first.
"Hey, Jungkookie."
Jungkook didn't respond.
Eyes locked on you.
JK:
"You should sleep. You look tired."
His tone was stiff. Not concern — irritation.
You blinked.
"I'm fine."
Yoongi raised a brow.
"Why do you sound like her dad?"
Jungkook shot him a glare.
Taehyung laughed loudly.
"Woahhh, jealousy, Jungkook-ah?"
Jungkook's jaw tightened.
He hated how they were joking.
He hated how Yoongi was still standing too close to you.
He hated that you were smiling at them but never at him.
Without thinking, he grabbed your wrist gently—but firmly.
JK:
"You need rest. Come."
Your eyes widened.
Taehyung stopped laughing.
Yoongi's smile vanished.
A beat of silence.
You pulled your hand back calmly.
"No. I'll go when I finish this."
Jungkook froze.
You had rejected him — bluntly, quietly.
Yoongi smirked, proud of you.
Taehyung tried not to laugh again.
Jungkook felt something crack inside his chest.
He muttered—
"Fine. Suit yourself."
And walked away.
But not before giving Yoongi a look that could burn through concrete.
⭐ After Jungkook leaves — Yoongi's truth
Yoongi sat down.
You looked at him.
"What was that?"
Yoongi chuckled softly.
"Jungkook hates when someone he wants attention from… doesn't give him any."
You frowned.
Yoongi leaned closer, voice dropping.
"He's not used to being ignored.
And you… ignore him the most."
You didn't answer.
Yoongi's eyes softened.
"Just be careful with him. He's unpredictable."
Your heart didn't react.
Your face stayed calm.
You still didn't care about Jungkook.
But Jungkook…
Jungkook was spiraling.
⭐ Last scene — Jungkook alone in the gym
Sweat dripping.
Punches hitting the sandbag.
Breath uneven.
He kept replaying the image of you with Yoongi.
Punch.
Taehyung making you smile.
Punch.
You pulling your hand away from him.
Punch.
His knuckles turned red.
JK (whispering angrily):
Why… does it bother me so much?
The sandbag swayed violently.
He finally stopped, leaning his forehead against it, chest rising and falling.
And whispered the truth he refused to accept—
"Y/N… why are you getting under my skin?"
Fade out.
Y/N pushes the café door open, rubbing her tired shoulders.
Yoongi (already seated, waving a hand):
"Here. Sit. You look like you fought twenty athletes and lost."
Y/N (dropping into the chair):
"I survived Jungkook's attitude today. That's worse."
Yoongi bursts out laughing.
Yoongi:
"Ah. The Golden Boy. Did he glare at you again like you stole his protein shake?"
Y/N:
"Actually… yes."
They laugh together.
People look at them — because Yoongi is famous, calm, handsome, mysterious.
But he doesn't care.
He only looks at you.
Meanwhile — OUTSIDE THE CAFÉ
Jungkook is walking by with his duffel bag when he sees you inside — laughing with Yoongi.
He freezes.
Jaw tightens.
Eyes lock on the scene.
Jungkook (murmuring):
"What are they laughing at…?"
Hoseok walks up behind him.
Hobi:
"Hey, why are you standing—"
Jungkook:
"Shh. Look."
Hobi glances inside.
Hobi smirks.
"Oh… Yoongi-hyung and Y/N? They look comfortable."
Jungkook:
"…Too comfortable."
His grip tightens around the strap of his bag.
Hobi:
"Why do you care, hmm?"
Jungkook:
"Care?? I don't care. She's my physio. She should be working."
Hobi raises a brow.
Hobi:
"At 6 PM?"
Jungkook is silent.
Hobi grins.
Hobi:
"You're jealous."
Jungkook:
"I AM NOT."
Hobi:
"Sure."
Back inside — Yoongi leans closer
Yoongi:
"I wanted to ask something."
Y/N:
"Hm?"
Yoongi:
"When are you telling Jungkook to stop training like a maniac? He'll break his knee."
Y/N (sighs):
"He won't listen to me."
Yoongi:
"Then scold him harder."
Y/N:
"He isn't five."
Yoongi:
"He acts like it."
They laugh again.
At this moment, Yoongi pushes his cup toward you.
Yoongi:
"Try this. Tell me what it tastes like."
You lean forward to sip — and your faces come extremely close.
Yoongi notices…
And he doesn't move away.
Suddenly— the café door swings open
Jungkook storms in.
Everyone looks at him.
He ignores all and walks straight to your table.
Jungkook:
"Y/N. Come outside."
You blink, confused.
Y/N:
"Why?"
Jungkook (through clenched teeth):
"I need to talk to you."
Yoongi casually leans back.
Yoongi:
"She's busy."
Jungkook shoots him a sharp glare.
Jungkook:
"I wasn't talking to you."
Yoongi smirks — the kind that says 'Yes you were'.
You sigh and stand up.
Y/N:
"Fine. I'll come."
Outside the café — Jungkook explodes
Jungkook:
"Why are you hanging out with him?"
Y/N:
"What? I'm allowed to have friends."
Jungkook:
"Not him."
Y/N:
"Why not him?"
Jungkook:
"Because—"
He stops, frustrated.
"Because he kissed you once."
Y/N:
"That was Truth or Dare. And we're still friends."
Jungkook runs a hand through his hair.
Jungkook:
"I don't like it."
Y/N:
"And why do I need your approval?"
He freezes.
He has no answer.
Your calm voice makes him even more irritated.
Jungkook:
"You're my physiotherapist."
Y/N:
"Not your property."
He looks down.
Jaw clenched.
Jungkook:
"…Fine. Go back inside."
You walk toward the café door.
Jungkook calls out softly:
Jungkook:
"Y/N… wait."
You turn.
His voice is quieter now.
Jungkook:
"Just… don't let him get too close, okay?"
Your brows knit.
Y/N:
"Why? What difference does it make?"
Jungkook doesn't speak.
He just looks at you with an expression you've never seen —
A raw mix of jealousy, fear, and something else he's not ready to name.
Later that night — Training Ground
You walk across the track and find someone sitting alone on the field.
Taehyung.
Y/N:
"Tae? What are you doing here?"
He looks up with a lazy smile.
Taehyung:
"Just escaping the dorm noise. You?"
Y/N:
"Checking equipment. And also escaping people."
Taehyung laughs softly.
You sit beside him.
Taehyung:
"Yoongi texted. He said Jungkook interrupted your café time like a jealous boyfriend."
Y/N (groans):
"He's annoying."
Taehyung:
"He likes you."
Y/N:
"I'm not interested."
Taehyung nods gently.
Taehyung:
"I know. And that's okay. Don't let anyone push you."
You smile — a soft, relieved smile.
He leans his head on your shoulder.
Friendly.
Warm.
Comfortable.
Taehyung:
"I like being your friend, Y/N."
Y/N:
"I like being yours too."
Meanwhile — far across the stadium
Jungkook stands hidden near the bleachers.
Watching.
Her with Taehyung now?
He exhales shakily.
Jungkook (whispers):
"Why does it bother me this much…"