Your whole body felt heavy, sunk deep into the mattress. Sleep had dragged you under hard, the kind of exhaustion that only came after chaos — after screaming, after tears, after your palm stung from the slap you gave Jungkook.

You remembered the way his knuckles split open, dripping with someone else’s blood, the way he pinned that man to the concrete just for smiling at you, just for running his filthy mouth about your body.