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The kitchen light hummed a low, pale glow over the counter where a half-empty cup of coffee had long gone cold. The silence in your apartment was thick and heavy, broken only by the occasional shudder of the refrigerator. You stood there, still in your work clothes, exhaustion settling deep into your bones as you replayed the pointless argument over and over in your head. Then the door clicked open—no knock, just the familiar sound of a key turning in the lock. Jungkook stepped inside, his leather jacket catching the dim light, the silver of his piercings glinting faintly. He didn't speak. He just walked over, his boots heavy and deliberate on the floorboards. Before you could even react, he scooped you up and tossed you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing. You gasped, but your…