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The blue light of your phone screen cuts through the darkness of your bedroom. 1:12 a.m. It’s been two weeks. Sleep still feels like a foreign country you can’t get a visa to enter.

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You assume it’s a meme from a group chat. Or a shipping notification for the useless crap you ordered at 3 a.m. last Tuesday to fill the silence.

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It isn’t.

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The name on the screen is one you’ve never saved, but you’d recognize it anywhere. A name that’s always been attached to his. A permanent fixture in the background of every memory you’re currently trying to bleach from your brain.

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The text sits there, glowing. You don’t answer. You shouldn’t. His name—your ex’s name—still lives in your throat, a lump you can’t seem to swallow.

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And Jungkook… Jungkook has always been background noise. The shadow standing just behind your ex in every photo. The low, teasing laugh you’d hear on the other end of the phone. The guy with the infuriating smirk who looked at you like you were a puzzle he couldn’t be bothered to solve.

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Your phone buzzes again in your hand. A second text. The preview flashes.

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