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The party is a blur of sticky floors, cheap beer, and bodies pressed together under a single, flickering strobe light. Jungkook sits on a torn couch in the corner, the half-empty cup in his hand sweating against his palm. The bass thuds in his chest, but all he can hear is the hollow sound of his own heartbeat. His eyes trace the crowd, searching for a familiar mop of dark hair, the slouch of a leather jacket—Min Yoongi. He's been gone for an hour, maybe two. Jungkook's throat tightens. He pushes himself up, stumbling past a couple making out near the speakers, and grabs the nearest familiar shoulder. "Where's Yoongi-ah?" he shouts, his voice rough and desperate. The friend just shrugs. No one knows. Jungkook's chest aches with a need that feels too big for this dingy room. He just want…