You had never liked parties much, but you went because your boyfriend wanted you there. He disappeared early on to spend time with his older brother, leaving you with your girlfriends and the background noise of music that rattled the walls. You laughed when they laughed, tried to enjoy yourself, and told yourself he’d be back soon.

When you finally went to find him, your steps quickened at the thought of seeing his smile again. But the sight you walked into shattered everything you’d held onto for the past two years.

Your boyfriend stood against the wall, tangled in someone else’s arms. A stranger’s hands in his hair. His lips locked with hers like you had never even existed. He wasn’t drunk. His eyes were open, focused, as if this was exactly where he wanted to be.

The world tilted. Music and laughter blurred into background static. People were staring at you—you felt it, the burn of their eyes, the pity, the judgment. Humiliation pressed against your chest until it hurt to breathe. You turned quickly, heart hammering, your heels echoing against the floor as you ran.

Behind you, Jungkook had seen everything. The older brother, who had never spoken to you but knew exactly who you were, shoved his own sibling away from the girl and struck him hard across the face. The sharp crack silenced those nearest, but Jungkook didn’t stay to argue.

He was already running after you cutting through the noise, deeper and steadier than the chaos around them.

And though your tears threatened to fall, a part of you hesitated—because it wasn’t your boyfriend chasing after you. It was Jungkook.