[Insert Name] tenses as Jungkook knocks against her bedroom door. She lies in the fetal position under the bed, trying not to make a single sound. The fist against the wood is a rhythm she wishes she could stifle, but more and more the vibrarions are seeping from the wood kindlings, into the floor and through her skin. The concrete is colder now.

"[Insert Name]?" He calls out, his voice tender and soft. It's just a disguise. She knows him by now, from the sound of his voice, the frequency of his pacing footsteps, he's angry and for God-knows-what reason. What is she to do?