Who? (Jungkook FF)

Chapter 1

          I sit alone on the bleachers beside the basketball court, chest rising and falling as I catch my breath. The court buzzes with the sound of sneakers and laughter, but I stay still, taking a moment to rest from cheerleading practice.

My name is Y/N. I'm twenty, a business student at Konkuk University. I've still got three more years until graduation. My grades are decent, and I'm active in co-curriculars, but nothing makes me stand out. I blend in—average in most ways.

"Y/N-ah!"

I look up. Minji waves as she walks toward me, tossing her water bottle into my lap before plopping down beside me.

"Yah, thank you," I say, loosening the cap and gulping it down.

Before I finish, she grabs my arm. "Wait—your shoulder. Is it okay?"

She gestures toward my right side with a slight pout. I gently rotate my shoulder, stretching it.

"It's fine. Just sore. I'm good now."

"I swear that bitch did it on purpose," Minji mutters, her eyes narrowing. "She moved away when you were in the air. I saw her."

"I know. But whatever. It's almost over. The competition's Tuesday, right?"

Minji nods. "Yeah."

A sharp voice cuts through the gym.

"Yah! Both of you!"

My heart jumps. I look toward the court and spot her—Jia. She glares up at us, arms crossed, annoyance practically radiating off her.

"What the fuck are you two still doing up there when the rest of us are on the court? If you're tired, we're all tired too!"

We scramble to our feet. But just two steps from the floor, I stumble. My ankle twists beneath me.

I wince, clutching it, pain shooting up my leg.

"Y/N! Are you okay?" Minji kneels beside me, worry etched across her face.

Jia struts over, cold eyes narrowed. "You're so reckless, Y/N. No wonder you keep messing everything up."

I don't answer. I lower my gaze. Her words dig into my chest like nails. Minji helps me up, and I brush off the pain, forcing myself to walk.

As I rejoin the team, their eyes follow me like I don't belong. Judging. Whispering. And Jia's glare—sharp, unforgiving—pierces me deeper than the fall.

"Let's continue," she says after a dramatic clap. "Rehearsal's not over yet."

              Finally, practice ends. Jia dismisses us with her usual dramatic flair.

I exhale in relief.

Minji rushes over. "How's your ankle?"

"It's okay. Not bad."

"You looked so unstable earlier..."

"I'll be fine tomorrow. Don't worry," I say with a smile.

She sighs. "Still. That bitch is crazy. She knows you're hurt and still acts like you're the problem."

"She has some weird grudge against me."

Suddenly—

"Y/N."

I turn toward the familiar voice.

My lips curve up instantly. "Jungkook-ah."

I run into his arms, hugging him tight. Jeon Jungkook—my boyfriend, twenty-six, an auditor, and in every way perfect. We've been together for nine months, and I love him more each day.