Y/N and Jungkook's fragile morning-after composure shatters when his jealousy erupts over a harmless chat with Minho. His possessive anger leaves her reeling, Jimin's knowing smile confirms their secret is visible, and a parking garage confrontation promises to demolish every wall she's built.

The air in the lobby crackles, a live wire stretched taut between the revolving doors and the bank of elevators. Y/N’s fingers tighten around the leather portfolio, the only solid thing in a world suddenly tilting on its axis. Across the sea of rushing bodies, Jungkook stands frozen. The easy, animated expression he wore while talking to Jamie vanishes, replaced by a stillness that feels heavier than silence. His gaze locks on hers, and the chaotic morning noise fades into a dull hum, leaving only the electric hum of whatever passes between them last night in the empty, dark building. Jamie, oblivious, continues talking, but Jungkook isn’t listening. He’s just looking at her.