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The penthouse is silent except for the soft hum of the city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Shadows dance across the marble floors, and the air smells faintly of jasmine and something metallic—blood. Jungkook sits in the corner of the bedroom, his broad shoulders hunched, hands trembling as he presses his palms against his temples. His head is a mess of raw patches where he’s pulled his hair out, and there’s a fresh cut on his forearm he’s trying to hide under his sleeve. He looks up as you enters, his eyes wide and glassy, desperate. He raises his hands to sign, but his fingers shake too much to form the words. A choked sound escapes his throat—a broken attempt at speech, the only noise he can make now. He wants to reach for you, to beg you to stay, but h…