The Night the Stadium Lights Went Out
The national camp was buzzing — athletes running everywhere, coaches yelling, physiotherapy cabins full.
You were ending a long shift when a message pinged:
Taehyung:
"Are you still at the track? Yoongi hyung and I are doing reaction drills… come watch if you're free."
You smiled. Tae had slowly become someone who genuinely made you laugh.
You texted back:
"Five minutes."
You grabbed your medical kit and walked toward the stadium.
THE EMPTY TRACK
The stadium was dark except for one long strip of light over lane four.
Yoongi was sitting on the grass, tying his shoelaces.
Taehyung was stretching like a model posing for a fashion brand.
Taehyung:
"Ohhh look who finally arrived. The queen of strict scolding."
You:
"I'm not strict. You three are just chaotic."
Yoongi smirked:
"She's right."
You sat between them, setting down your bag.
Taehyung:
"So… wanna judge who runs faster tonight? Me or Yoongi?"
You:
"I'm here as medical supervision, not entertainment."
Yoongi:
"That's her version of yes."
You rolled your eyes.
But before anyone could start…
A deep voice echoed from behind.
"You guys started without me?"
Jungkook walked in.
Jaw clenched.
Hair wet.
Breathing loud.
You recognized that look immediately — frustration.
Overtraining again.
JEALOUS EYES
Taehyung:
"We asked you to come. You never replied."
Jungkook:
"I was… busy."
His eyes shifted to you, then Yoongi, then back to you again.
He noticed how close Yoongi sat beside you.
Yoongi didn't move.
Jungkook's jaw ticked.
You:
"You look exhausted. Did you run before this?"
Jungkook:
"Why do you care?"
Everyone froze.
You blinked.
He instantly regretted it — you could see it in his eyes.
You:
"I care because I'm your physiotherapist. If you tear a muscle again, I have to deal with you crying like a man-child."
Taehyung burst out laughing.
Yoongi choked.
Jungkook's ears turned red.
Jungkook:
"I… don't cry."
Yoongi:
"Bro… last month when she put alcohol wipes on your shoulder bruise—"
Jungkook:
"HYUNG—PLEASE—STOP—"
You laughed quietly.
Tension softened.
But not fully.
Jungkook kept staring at you.
Or—
more accurately—
At Yoongi beside you.
THE SPRINT THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING
Taehyung clapped his hands.
Taehyung:
"Okay, let's do a 120-meter sprint. All three of us."
You:
"Please don't die."
Yoongi:
"No promises."
The three lined up.
You moved to the side to watch…
But Jungkook walked up to you.
Too close.
Jungkook (low voice):
"Why didn't you reply to my message yesterday?"
You blinked.
You didn't even notice he texted.
You:
"I must've missed it. I was with Yoongi that time."
That was the wrong answer.
His face darkened.
You didn't understand why.
Jungkook:
"Right… Yoongi."
He jogged back to the starting line, muscles tight.
Taehyung whispered loudly:
Taehyung:
"Why does he look like he wants to kill someone?"
Yoongi:
"He's 20% tired… 80% jealous."
You:
"He shouldn't be. I'm not… with anyone."
Yoongi looked at you for a moment.
Soft.
Warm.
Something unreadable.
But then he put on his usual smile.
Yoongi:
"Then don't say things like that right before a race. He'll run like a mad dog."
THE WHISTLE BLOWS
You blow the whistle.
They take off.
Jungkook explodes forward like a bullet — raw, wild, angry.
Taehyung shouts behind him:
"BRO ARE YOU RUNNING FROM DEMONS?!"
Yoongi:
"I THINK HE IS!"
You run along the side, monitoring.
Jungkook pushes harder than he should.
Too hard.
His shoulder jerks.
And—
The stadium lights suddenly go out.
Darkness.
Everything is silent except their footsteps.
You:
"STOP! JUNGKOOK—STOP!"
But he doesn't.
He keeps running.
Until—
THUD.
You hear his body hit the track.
Your heart drops.
IN THE DARK
You rush toward the sound, using your phone flashlight.
He's on the ground, breathing fast, clutching his shoulder.
You:
"Jungkook—can you hear me?"
He opens his eyes.
They're full of pain.
Jungkook:
"I'm fine."
You:
"You're literally lying on the floor in the dark—you're clearly NOT fine."
You kneel beside him, checking his shoulder.
Yoongi arrives, panting.
Taehyung follows.
Yoongi:
"Should we carry him to the cabin?"
Jungkook:
"I can walk."
He tries.
He fails.
Yoongi grabs him from one side.
You take the other.
Jungkook flinches but doesn't push your hand away.
His voice is small.
Unlike him.
Jungkook:
"Don't… let go."
Your chest tightens.
Not romantically —
just human instinct.
He was scared.
And he trusted you.
THE MOMENT
Inside the physiotherapy cabin, you check his shoulder.
Taehyung waits outside.
Yoongi stands quietly in the corner.
You press the bruised area.
He hisses.
You:
"This is what happens when you don't listen."
Jungkook:
"You were talking to Yoongi. What did you expect me to do?"
You pause.
You:
"…Run safely?"
Jungkook:
"I couldn't. I—"
He stops.
Confused.
Frustrated.
Emotional.
You (calm):
"Jungkook. Look at me."
He does.
Slowly.
You:
"Your body is your career. Not your emotions. Don't ruin it for something temporary."
Something flashes in his eyes.
Jungkook:
"…Temporary?"
You:
"All of this. The jealousy. The ego. The overtraining. Temporary. It'll pass once you get stable again."
Jungkook swallows.
You feel Yoongi watching silently.
Then Jungkook whispers:
Jungkook:
"What if it doesn't pass?"
You pause.
You don't understand what he means.
But he isn't ready to explain.
So you don't ask.
You tape his shoulder carefully.
Jungkook watches you like you're the only light left in the dark stadium.
THE ENDING MOMENT
When you finish, you stand.
Yoongi steps forward.
Yoongi:
"I'll escort him to the dorm."
Jungkook stiffens.
Jungkook:
"No. She will."
You freeze.
Yoongi raises an eyebrow.
But he leaves without arguing.
Taehyung pops his head in:
Taehyung:
"Electricity is back! Also… Jungkook looks like he's about to confess a crime."
You laugh.
Jungkook doesn't.
He just looks at you.
Soft.
Quiet.
Something deep underneath.
Jungkook:
"Can we walk… for a bit?"
You nod.
You walk down the empty hallway together.
Slow.
Silent.
Until he says:
Jungkook:
"Don't stop looking after me… okay?"
You blink.
You:
"Why would I stop?"
He doesn't answer.
He just smiles — a small, tired, vulnerable smile.