Jungkook.
Sweaty from training,
hoodie half-zipped,
breathing just a little too fast…
eyes scanning the room until they land on you.
And Yoongi.
Together.
Eating.
Alone.
His jaw tightens instantly.
He walks over, hands in pockets, pretending to be casual—
but his eyes are sharp and unreadable.
"Oh," Jungkook says flatly. "Thought you two disappeared."
Yoongi doesn't even look fazed.
"Sit," Yoongi says, nudging the extra stool with his foot.
Jungkook sits.
But his gaze stays glued on you.
"What are you doing here?" you ask softly.
He shrugs, voice stiff.
"Came to get dinner. Didn't know you were busy."
Yoongi raises an eyebrow.
"We're eating ramen, not signing marriage papers."
Jungkook shoots him a dagger glare.
You sigh and place your chopsticks down.
"What's wrong?" you ask Jungkook gently.
"Nothing," he says immediately—too quickly.
"You're lying."
He huffs and looks away.
Then he mutters under his breath:
"I didn't know I needed permission to see my physiotherapist."
Yoongi chokes on his broth.
You stare at Jungkook.
"Why would you say that?" you whisper.
He avoids your eyes.
"Forget it."
Yoongi folds his arms, amused.
"Jealousy looks ugly on you, kid."
"I'm not jealous," Jungkook snaps.
"Right," Yoongi smirks. "And I'm an Olympic skater."
You cut in before they fight.
"Jungkook," you say softly, trying to meet his eyes, "I would've invited you too if I knew you were around."
That gets his attention.
He finally looks at you…
something soft, confused, and possessive flickering in his eyes.
"You mean that?" he asks quietly.
You nod.
He exhales, tension melting just a little.
Then Yoongi, because he is Yoongi, mutters:
"I swear you two are giving me wrinkles. Just confess or fight or something."
You: "Yoongi—"
Jungkook: "Hyung—!"
Yoongi stands up, grabbing his bowl.
"I'm switching tables. I need peace."
He walks away, leaving you and Jungkook alone.
The air shifts instantly.
Quieter.
Heavier.
More intimate.
Jungkook leans forward, elbows on his knees.
"Y/n…"
His voice is low.
"What were you talking about with Yoongi?"
You blink.
"Just… feelings."
His eyes widen slightly.
"Your feelings?" he asks, voice tightening.
"…Not exactly."
Something in him relaxes.
But then he swallows hard.
"Can you… talk to me, too?"
His voice is almost pleading.
"Don't only go to Yoongi when something's wrong."
You stare at him.
This isn't jealousy.
This is vulnerability.
You soften.
"Okay," you whisper. "I won't."
Jungkook finally exhales… and his shoulders drop with relief.
You and Jungkook are sitting close now,
the air warm, tense, slightly emotional…
When the ramen shop door SLAMS open.
Ria enters—
hair perfect,
makeup flawless,
designer coat swinging dramatically behind her.
You internally groan.
Jungkook mutters under his breath:
"…you've GOT to be kidding me."
Ria spots Jungkook immediately.
And like a missile, she walks straight toward him.
"Oh my GOD, Kookie! I KNEW you'd be here— I just felt it!"
She squeezes between you and his chair, practically climbing onto him.
Jungkook nearly falls off his stool.
"Ria—?!!"
He tries to push her away gently.
"We're EATING— calm down—"
Ria ignores that completely and cups his face.
"Oh baby, are you okay? You look stressed. Did someone upset you?"
Her eyes slide toward you.
Sharp.
Judging.
You raise an eyebrow.
"She's doing too much," you whisper, just loud enough for Yoongi to hear from the other table.
Yoongi snorts.
Jungkook tries to escape Ria's grip.
"Ria— stop— let go— you're being weird—"
But she doesn't stop.
She sits down on the stool next to him and grabs his arm tightly.
"I've been trying to call you all day! Why didn't you pick up? I was SO worried about you!"
Jungkook lifts his hands in pure despair.
"I was TRAINING, Ria!"
Then Ria looks at your half-eaten ramen bowl.
Her expression twists.
"Oh wow," she says sweetly, "you two look cozy."
Yoongi mutters from across the room:
"She's jealous of ramen. This is new."
Ria flips her hair and glares at you.
"You really don't know boundaries, do you?" she says sharply.
You blink.
Jungkook freezes.
Yoongi puts down his chopsticks very slowly like he's ready for entertainment.
You speak calmly:
"Ria, we're literally eating food."
She scoffs.
"Yeah, with my Jungkook."
Jungkook's eyes widen in horror.
"Wh— WHEN WAS I YOURS?"
Ria: "You KNOW we have chemistry!"
Yoongi: "I need popcorn."
Jungkook stands up abruptly, chair scraping loudly.
"Ria, STOP. You're being rude. Y/N is my friend."
Ria crosses her arms.
"Friend? Right. That's what all men say until their physiotherapist crawls into their—"
You raise a brow.
"Finish that sentence. I dare you."
Ria's mouth snaps shut.
Jungkook looks DONE.
"Ria, go home," he says seriously.
"I'm not doing this with you."
Ria looks devastated.
"Kookie… please don't do this to me."
Jungkook rubs his forehead.
"This isn't some drama, Ria. I'm not your boyfriend."
Silence.
Then she bursts into tears— loud, dramatic ones.
Every person in the ramen shop turns to stare.
Jungkook looks like he wants the earth to swallow him whole.
You sigh and stand up.
"Ria."
You keep your voice gentle.
"No one is against you. But you're acting out of jealousy, and it's not fair to him."
Ria sniffles and wipes her tears.
"You… you're taking him away from me."
You pause.
"I'm not taking anyone," you reply softly.
"Jungkook chooses where he wants to be."
Jungkook nods.
Ria looks at him…
hopes for a miracle…
but he doesn't reach for her.
She realizes.
Slowly, she steps back.
"I'll… go," she whispers.
She leaves the shop quietly.
No more drama.
Just silence.
Jungkook collapses into his seat and drops his head on the table.
"Kill me," he groans.
You pat his back.
Yoongi returns to your table with his bowl.
"Well," he says, "that was fun."
Jungkook lifts his head slightly.
"I hate my life."
The ramen shop is suddenly too quiet.
Jungkook sits there, tense, cheeks flushed from pure humiliation, eyes flickering toward you as if he's trying to check if you're okay.
But you're not smiling.
Not soft.
Not amused.
You're… bothered.
And he feels it.
He hesitates, then finally speaks.
"Y/N… I'm really… really sorry about Ria's behavior," he says softly.
"I didn't know she'd show up like that."
You nod stiffly, avoiding his eyes.
"It's fine."
But it's not fine.
He knows it.
Yoongi knows it.
YOU know it.
Jungkook tries again, voice smaller this time:
"She shouldn't have said all that. She was rude. And unfair to you."
You exhale slowly.
Then your jaw tightens.
"Jungkook," you say quietly, "she literally said you were hers."
Jungkook stiffens.
"That's NOT true— I NEVER—"
"But she thinks it is," you cut him off.
Silence.
He swallows hard.
You look straight at him now, eyes sharp.
"Why does she think she has that kind of right over you?"
Jungkook looks confused, almost offended.
"What do you mean? I didn't DO anything—"
Yoongi clicks his tongue.
"Oh, you did something," he mutters, leaning back in his chair.
Jungkook shoots him a betrayed glare.
"H-hyung—!"
But Yoongi is unbothered.
"Ria is clingy because you LET her be clingy," Yoongi says bluntly.
"You don't like her, but you let her orbit around you anyway. She thinks you'll eventually say yes."
You stare at Jungkook.
"That's exactly what I meant."
He blinks, suddenly looking guilty.
"You train with her. You stay extra hours for her. You help her with technique even when the coaches are there. You defend her sometimes too."
He opens his mouth—
closes it—
looks down.
You continue, voice controlled but clearly irritated:
"You KNOW she likes you.
You KNOW she tries to get close.
You KNOW she crosses boundaries."
Jungkook flinches.
"And still… you entertain it."
Yoongi whistles under his breath.
Jungkook lifts his head, finally meeting your eyes.
"I wasn't entertaining her," he says softly.
"I was just being nice."
You shake your head.
"There's a difference between being nice and being blind."
Jungkook looks like your words physically hit him.
"Y/N…" he murmurs.
But you're already standing.
Your chair scrapes lightly against the floor as you push it back.
"I need some air."
Jungkook jumps up immediately.
"W-wait— Y/N— don't just—"
You raise your hand, stopping him.
"Stay inside. I'm fine."
Jungkook freezes.
You walk out.
The ramen shop bell rings softly behind you.
Cold night air hits your face the moment you step outside.
You pull your jacket closer and inhale deeply, eyes burning with irritation you don't want to admit.
Inside, Jungkook is panicking.
INSIDE THE RAMEN SHOP
Jungkook drops back into his seat like someone unplugged his soul.
He runs his hands through his hair.
"Hyung," he whispers shakily, "did I mess up?"
Yoongi doesn't sugarcoat.
"Oh yeah," he says. "Big time."
Jungkook groans, elbows on the table, head in his hands.
"I wasn't flirting with Ria. I swear. I swear I wasn't."
Yoongi slurps his ramen.
"You didn't need to flirt.
Your attention was enough."
Jungkook's head snaps up.
"I didn't give attention— I was just— she kept asking for training help—"
"And you gave it," Yoongi finishes.
Jungkook goes silent.
Yoongi sighs.
"Listen carefully, kid. Because you're dense as hell."
He puts the chopsticks down.
"You like Y/N."
Jungkook looks away sharply.
Yoongi smirks.
"And you're SO scared to lose her, you let Ria hover because it was easier than saying no."
Jungkook's jaw clenches.
"I didn't want drama."
"And you got drama," Yoongi says simply.
Jungkook slams his hands on the table— quietly, but full of emotion.
"I just don't want Y/N thinking I want someone else.
Because I don't."
His eyes soften painfully.
"I only look at her."
Yoongi stares at him for a long moment.
"Then go fix it," he says finally.
Jungkook looks at the door.
"She told me to stay."
Yoongi shrugs.
"Do you ever listen to things you're told?
No."
He nudges Jungkook's shoulder.
"So don't start now."
Jungkook stands instantly.
His heart pounding.
His chest tight.
He runs out of the ramen shop.