Later — Taehyung Finds You
You were fixing ankle braces in the physiotherapy room when Taehyung walked in.
He had a calm presence.Bright eyes.A sweat towel resting around his neck.
"Y/N. I heard you survived my silly teammate again," he said.
You laughed.
"Both of you act like I'm babysitting."
Taehyung sat on the stretcher, smiling.
"Honestly, you kind of are. Especially Jungkook."
You rolled your eyes.
He looked at your face closely for a moment.
"You look different today. Like something feels heavy… here."He tapped near his chest.
You paused.
"It's nothing."
He gave a small, light scoff.
"Y/N, if you don't want to talk about it, that's okay. But don't act like you're fine when it's clear you're thinking too much."
You looked at him, surprised.
Taehyung wasn't trying to flirt.He wasn't being dramatic.He was just… warm.
Honest.Comforting in a way that didn't expect anything from you.
"Thank you," you said quietly.
"Anytime," he replied gently.
Then he added with a playful smile,
"If Yoongi kissed you today, tell him he has to pay a fine. I'm the only one allowed to stress you out."
Your eyes widened.
Taehyung suddenly laughed.
"Relax, Y/N. I guessed it. Yoongi always acts strange when he does something without thinking."
He wasn't judging you.He wasn't jealous.He wasn't dramatic.
He was just… friendly.Supportive.
For the first time that day, your shoulders finally relaxed.
Evening — The Athlete Lounge
You walked into the athlete lounge to check the tapings, and the room suddenly became quiet in a way that felt noticeable.
Jungkook was sitting in the corner with his headphones on, his eyes lowered toward the floor.He didn't look up at you even once.
Taehyung gently nudged him with his elbow.
"Say hi properly," he said.
Jungkook didn't respond.
A minute later, Yoongi walked in and gave you a small nod.It was calm, normal, and soft—nothing more than simple acknowledgment.
Jungkook's jaw tightened as he watched.
Taehyung noticed everything and let out a quiet sigh.
"Kids…" he muttered.
You chose to act like you didn't see any of it.
Work was work, and you focused on that.
You bent down and adjusted Taehyung's ankle strap carefully, making sure it was secure.Nearby, Yoongi began talking with the athletes about their mental preparation schedules, his tone steady and professional.
Jungkook stayed where he was, not saying a word, not moving much at all.
The silence that filled the room felt heavier than any argument could have been.
Night — Mild Confrontation
As you were walking back to your room, someone gently caught your wrist.It wasn't rough or painful.Just firm enough to make you stop.
It was Jungkook.
His voice was quiet and a little unsteady, like he was holding something back.
"…Why didn't you tell me that you don't want to be close to me anymore?" he asked.
Your breath stopped for a moment.
He looked at you the way someone does when they are trying very hard not to fall apart.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asked softly.
You looked at him, unsure of what to say.
"Jungkook," you said carefully. "You're my patient."
He swallowed slowly.It looked difficult.
"…Is that all I am to you?" he asked.
You didn't reply.
After a moment, he stepped back, putting distance between you.
"Okay," he said quietly.
Then he turned and walked away.
And for the first time, you found yourself wondering—why your own heart hurt too.
Morning training usually started with noise and movement, but that day felt strangely quiet to you.
Athletes moved quickly from place to place, and coaches focused on their schedules.
And Jungkook…
He avoided you with careful effort.
If you entered a room, he walked the other way.If you came closer, he suddenly looked busy.
He didn't say "good morning."He didn't look at you.He didn't even tease you like he normally would.
You couldn't tell whether you felt relieved by the distance…or unsettled by it.
Yoongi Notices First
Yoongi found you sorting and organizing the treatment tapes on the table.
He glanced across the room and spoke casually.
"Why does he look like a kicked puppy?" he asked.
You didn't respond and kept working.
Yoongi gave a small smirk, like he already knew the answer.
"Let me guess," he said. "Jungkook logic. 'I want Y/N to notice me… so I'll ignore her instead.'"
You let out a slow sigh.
"I'm his physiotherapist," you said calmly. "Not the person who manages his feelings."
Yoongi hummed softly, thinking.
"You keep saying that," he replied. "But he's clearly falling apart."
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