INSIDE THE TRAINING HALL
You enter and see Ria already there.
Stretching.
Laughing.
Loud.
And when she notices you, her smile dims just a little.
But Jungkook doesn't even look at her.
Not even once.
His focus stays on you.
And you notice that.
THE PRIVATE CONFRONTATION (RIA)
Later that evening, you're packing your things when you hear voices.
Ria.
Jungkook.
You don't try to listen.
But their voices are not soft.
Ria:
"You embarrassed me today."
JK:
"No. You embarrassed yourself."
The air freezes.
Ria:
"I was just protecting what's mine."
A pause.
Jungkook's voice drops dangerously calm.
JK:
"I am not something you own."
"And don't ever talk to her like that again."
He exhales harshly.
"You're here to train. Nothing else."
Silence.
Then footsteps moving away.
And his shadow appears beside you.
He doesn't look at you.
Just says—
JK:
"It's done."
You zip your bag slowly.
Y/N:
"You didn't have to do that for me."
He turns to you then.
Eyes serious.
JK:
"No.
I did it for respect."
He waits for your reaction.
You simply nod.
YOONGI JOINS YOU
Outside, Yoongi is leaning against a pillar, sipping iced coffee.
Yoongi:
"You both survived today, I see."
You smirk.
Y/N:
Barely."
He hands you the extra drink.
Yoongi:
You need sugar. You get colder when you overthink."
Jungkook raises an eyebrow.
JK:
How do you know she overthinks?"
Yoongi shrugs.
Yoongi:
Because I do too."
A pause.
Then—
Yoongi:
Sit."
You sit on the low steps.
Jungkook sits too, unnecessary close this time.
Yoongi watches him and sighs.
Yoongi:
You know, she doesn't need you sticking around every second."
Jungkook stiffens.
JK:
I know that.
Yoongi:
Do you?
A long silence.
Jungkook looks at you.
You don't look back.
TAEHYUNG'S MESSAGE
Later that night, as you lie on your bunk, phone buzzing softly.
A text.
Taehyung:
Hope you're okay. Jungkook looked like a lost puppy today 🤍
If you need air, rooftop. Same place as before.
You smile faintly.
FINAL SCENE: ROOFTOP
The wind is chilly.
Seoul lights spread like stars below you.
And Taehyung is already sitting there, legs stretched out.
He notices you, smiles.
Taehyung:
You made it."
You sit beside him.
Not too close.
Not too far.
Y/N:
Thanks for checking."
He doesn't reply immediately.
He just looks at the city.
Then asks softly—
Taehyung:
"Does he stress you out… or make it easier to breathe?"
You pause.
You look at your hands.
And answer quietly—
Y/N:
"Both."
Taehyung chuckles.
Taehyung:
Yeah…
He has that effect on people."
A moment of silence.
Comfortable.
Then he says something unexpected—
Taehyung:
Just make sure you never lose yourself in him."
You look at him.
And he smiles again.
Not sad.
Not heavy.
Just… sincere.
You stay there a little longer.
Wind.
City lights.
Quiet thoughts.
And somewhere far below, on the track, you see Jungkook still running.
Not for medals.
Not for fans.
Just running.
Like he always does…
When he can't slow his heart down.
The morning air is unusually cold.
Not because of the weather…
But because you decided something the night before.
You won't look at him today.
You won't speak to him.
Not unless it's professional.
So when you enter the training facility and he's already there, stretching like usual, hair messy from sleep, tank top slightly too loose…
You just walk past.
No "good morning."
No acknowledgement.
Not even a glance.
He freezes mid-stretch.
His eyes follow you.
And for the first time,
he doesn't know what to say.
INSIDE THE PHYSIO ROOM
You're checking equipment, organizing bands, sanitizing tools, headphones around your neck.
And he comes in.
Slow steps.
Careful ones.
Not rushing.
JK:
"Did I do something…?"
You don't even turn.
You keep wrapping a bandage.
Y/N:
"No."
But your voice is calm.
Too calm.
He exhales.
JK:
Then why are you treating me like I don't exist?"
You finally turn.
Your eyes meet his.
And you say—
Y/N:
"Because if I treat you like you exist, you start thinking you own space in my life."
The silence drops heavy.
His jaw tightens.
JK:
That's not what I think."
You shrug.
Y/N:
"You said that yesterday too."
He wants to speak.
You cut him off gently.
Y/N:
This isn't punishment.
It's boundaries."
He swallows.
And nods.
He respects it.
Even though it hurts.
THE BIG ANNOUNCEMENT — CAMP TRANSFER
Later that day.
All athletes get called into the auditorium.
Head coaches on stage.
Projector on.
Silence everywhere.
And then the words drop.
Head Coach:
"This year, we're doing a cross-training exchange."
"Some athletes will be transferred to regional camps temporarily."
Murmurs everywhere.
Screen changes.
List appears.
Then…
Kim Taehyung — Busan Regional Camp
Y/N — Busan Medical Physio Division
A small ripple in the room.
You blink.
Busan.
Your breath goes shallow.
Because Busan isn't just another city.
It's closer to everything you left behind.
Your old life.
Your comfort.
Your family.
Your memories.
You don't react.
But your fingers twitch slightly.
And he notices.
Across the room.
OUTSIDE — TAEHYUNG FINDS YOU
You're sitting on the concrete bleachers.
Head down.
Not touching your phone.
Not checking messages.
Just… breathing.
Footsteps.
Slow.
Familiar.
He sits.
Not saying anything at first.
Just sitting.
Like he always does.
Then—
Taehyung:
"Seems like fate keeps putting us on the same route."
You exhale through your nose.
Y/N:
"Looks like it."
He smiles softly.
Taehyung:
You okay with going?"
You stay quiet.
He doesn't push.
Just adds—
Taehyung:
You don't have to answer now."
You finally speak:
Y/N:
"I like places that don't know me yet."
He nods, understanding more than you expected.
Taehyung:
Busan won't know you like this place does."
A pause.
Then he smirks.
Taehyung:
We'll confuse them together."
You look at him.
And for the first time that day…
A small smile escapes you.
JUNGKOOK WATCHING FROM AFAR
From the far side of the field.
He's resting against a pole.
Watching.
He sees you laughing softly with Taehyung.
Something light.
Something he hasn't seen from you in days.
His jaw clenches.
Not jealous.
Not angry.
Just… scared.
THE LAST SCENE — NIGHT MESSAGE
Later that night.
Your phone buzzes.
A message.
From him.
I'll respect whatever distance you need.
Just… don't pretend I don't exist forever.
You stare at the screen.
A long time.
Not typing anything.
Not deleting.
Just letting it sit there.
Unread.
Busan feels different.
Not just the air.
Not just the place.
It's the space.
No familiar faces.
New gym.
New schedules.
New routines.
And somehow…
the loneliness feels louder here.