You and Jungkook had never really fought before. Not like this. Sure, you had differences—different tastes, different approaches, the occasional clash of opinions—but nothing that ever felt like a fight. Nothing that left either of you shaking, stripped raw and breathless.

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The apartment was suffocating. Stale smoke curled through the dim light of a single lamp, the only source of illumination in the living room. The shattered mirror in the bedroom had long gone quiet, but the crunch of broken glass still echoed in your memory every time you blinked.

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