You’re leaning against a wall, phone pressed to your ear. The call to Hoseok goes to voicemail. Again. Jungkook’s rings out. Taehyung’s does the same. The screen glows with their names—your lifelines—and then goes dark.

The guy from the hookup—Mark? Mike?—is already across the room, laughing with his friends, not even a glance back. Your skin feels too tight, buzzed and unsettled from the tequila shots and the hollow feeling in your chest.

Your thumb hovers over the last name in your recent calls. The one you haven’t texted in three weeks. The one you’re officially broken up with.

You press call.

It rings once.