The breakup was supposed to be the end of it. When Jungkook sat her down at the height of their success and told her they were "becoming a liability," Y/N thought she’d at least get the dignity of distance. But you can't go No Contact when you share a private jet, a stage, and a fandom that ships you as 'The Golden Duo.' In the daylight, they are the pride of South Korea. They are professional, synchronized, and untouchable. In the dark, the rules change. It always starts with the same vibration of her phone in the middle of the night—no "I miss you," no "Can we talk?" Just a room number or a blunt, one-word text: Come. He doesn’t want to fix what they had. He doesn’t want to talk about the way he crushed her heart in front of a sold-out Wembley crowd. He just wants the one person who knows exactly how he likes to be touched, the only person he doesn't have to be 'JK' for. Y/N knows she’s a placeholder for a ghost. She knows she’s nothing more than a convenient, high-risk outlet for his stress. But every time she tells herself she won't answer, she finds herself standing at his door, humiliated and hungry for a version of him that hasn't existed in years. She’s a member of the biggest band in the world, but to Jungkook, she’s just the easiest call to make.