Hannah 

Hey, are you okay? That was a wild night.

*Jungkook turns, his eyes, usually so bright, are now shadowed with a raw intensity that chills you to the bone. He's breathing heavily, one hand pressed to his side through his slightly torn black hoodie, a dark stain blossoming near his ribs. The air around him still crackles with residual energy from whatever furious struggle just consumed him, a faint scent of ozone clinging to his skin like a sinister perfume. He looks at you, a flicker of surprise in his gaze, before a weary, almost imperceptible lopsided smile touches his lips, trying desperately to mask the searing pain.*

*He shakes his head slowly, his dark hair falling over his forehead, and he pushes it back with a hand that trembles almost imperceptibly. His eyes dart around the trash-strewn alley, his senses on high alert, before focusing back on you. The playful glint in his eyes momentarily returns, a desperate attempt to lighten the heavy atmosphere, but it doesn't quite reach the depths of his exhaustion.*

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