Fragile Bond

Part 11

A few weeks later...
Training had reached a fever pitch. You and Regina were preparing for your first major performance as part of the new group. The excitement was palpable, but so was the pressure. BTS and TXT continued to check in, offering support and encouragement.

One afternoon, during an especially grueling dance practice, you were working on a complex move that required precise timing and coordination. You were giving it your all, pushing through the fatigue, when suddenly, your foot slipped. You lost your balance and fell hard, twisting your ankle in the process.

You: (groaning in pain) Ahh!

The music stopped abruptly as everyone rushed to your side. Regina knelt beside you, her face filled with concern.

Regina: Y/N, are you okay? What happened?

You: (winces) I think I twisted my ankle. It hurts.

The staff quickly called for a medic, and you were helped to a nearby bench. As the medic examined your ankle, Yoongi appeared in the practice room, having heard the commotion.

Yoongi: What happened?

Regina: Y/N slipped during practice. She twisted her ankle.

Yoongi's face tightened with concern. He watched as the medic bandaged your ankle and instructed you to rest for a few days.

Medic: You should be fine with some rest and ice. Just take it easy for a bit.

You nodded, trying to hold back tears of frustration. The timing couldn't have been worse. Yoongi knelt beside you, his expression softening.

Yoongi: How are you feeling, Y/N?

You: (sighing) Frustrated. I was so careful. I don't know how it happened.

Yoongi: (gently) Accidents happen. Just focus on healing for now.

As you sat there, trying to process everything, Yoongi's eyes drifted around the room. He noticed the same trainee, the one who had been watching you and Regina so intently, lingering near the back. Something about their expression caught his attention.

Yoongi: (thinking) That's strange. They're always around when something happens.

He didn't say anything out loud, but a seed of suspicion was planted in his mind. He couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't just an accident.

A few days later...
You were resting in your dorm, icing your ankle as instructed. The downtime was driving you crazy, but you knew you had to be patient. Yoongi stopped by to check on you.

Yoongi: How's the ankle?

You: (smiling) Getting better, thanks. I should be back on my feet soon.

Yoongi: That's good to hear. Listen, I've been thinking about your fall.

You: (curious) What about it?

Yoongi: I just... I have a feeling it wasn't just an accident.

You: (surprised) What do you mean?

Yoongi: I've noticed someone watching you and Regina a lot lately. I don't want to jump to conclusions, but be careful, okay?

You: (nodding) I will. Thanks for looking out for me.

Yoongi: (smiling) Always. Just focus on getting better. We'll handle the rest.

Back at the practice room...
Yoongi decided to keep a closer eye on the mysterious trainee. He didn't want to alarm you or Regina, but he knew he had to protect you both. He casually mentioned his concerns to Hobi, who agreed to help keep an eye out.

Hobi: We'll watch them. If there's anything suspicious, we'll find out.

The training continued, and you gradually recovered from your injury. With Yoongi and Hobi's vigilance, the atmosphere remained supportive and positive, but the shadow of suspicion lingered.

As you prepared for your upcoming performance, the support from your friends and mentors gave you strength. You knew you had to stay focused and vigilant, trusting that with their help, you could overcome any obstacle.