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The locker room air hung heavy and still. Jungkook sat alone on a bench, his eyes locked on his own trembling hands in the mirror. His best friend pushed the door open and told him softly that they were next. Jungkook gave a single silent nod, his jaw tightening as he clenched his fists until they ached. He was doing this for you. The ghost of everything he’d lost trailed behind him, but his will was steel. He lifted his head, staring into the glass with a cold, hardened glare, ready to step into the ring and face the past he’d buried for eight years.