For five whole seconds after Jimin drifted away into the soft currents of the party, Jungkook did not breathe.

He stood where he was, every muscle held in that deceptively relaxed posture he used the way other men used weapons, but there was nothing relaxed about the tension coiled under his skin. His eyes — that unreadable, unblinking darkness she had learned to interpret one heartbeat too late every single time — were fixed on her in a silence that felt like the moment before gunfire.