The Girl Behind The Camera | A Park Jimin's Story

Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures

You slam yourself on the thick blue cushion right below the bars, chest heaving up and down, sprawling on it. 30 minutes straight on the bars is truly draining your energy out, but you really need to perfect everything up as the competition is around the corner. It feels like spending two hours every weekday and five hours every weekend aren't enough. You feel like you need more time, more effort, more hours.

You're about to get up on your feet before you can feel a hand pushing your shoulder downwards, and that hand belongs to one and only, your beloved grumpy coach.

"That's enough, kid," she commands, offering you a water bottle with her other hands before fidgeting her weight on the thick cushion to sit at the edge of it. You fix your position, crossing your long legs, still trying to catch on your breath.

"Look at you, all sweaty and breathless. And you're thinking on going on the bars again?" a hint of concern is evident in her nag, which makes you instantly shoot your gaze to her. Soyeon isn't someone that shows her worries and compassion bluntly. But, when she does, that means one thing.

That she is incessantly bothered of something.

"I just think I need to practice more. I mean, an extra 30 minutes won't hurt right?" you confess, hoping that the older would agree to you even though her face says the opposite.

"You'll injure yourself, y/n. Overworking yourself won't make it any better,"

Soyeon taps your bare shoulder fondly, eyes gleaming with affection and care that she seldom make it obvious, though you always feel it. Somehow, you both love and hate it when Soyeon reveals this side of her. You like it, cause it displays how surprisingly strong the bond between you, considering that she's just your coach. Yet you also hate it, cause that means Soyeon is really feeling troubled to extent that she couldn't hide it.

And that trouble is you.

"Is there something wrong between you and that Jimmy guy?"

"You mean Jimin?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. That boyfriend of yours. Are you guys fighting or what?"

That's a very random question and a topic that Soyeon never brings up up to this day. Even though after that day when Jimin came and joined you in the gym together, she just never has the curiosity to ask about your relationship. So, when the usually unbothered woman unveils a sliver concern on your relationship, that just feels odd.

"No? We're fine," for the time being, I guess. Well, technically, you guys really aren't having a fight. Both of you are still talking, texting to each other. Okay, if you ignore the details about those late replies, the fact that the last time you had a call was two months ago, the second thoughts and the insecurities, both of you are doing good.

"It's just, you're being a little off these past few weeks," Soyeon mutters.

"I'm not doing okay? At which part? Balance beam? Unev-" a sudden panic surges into you when your coach criticises, battering her with questions before the older cuts your words in.