You swore you were over your breakup with her. You told yourself the memories didn’t hurt anymore, You had no idea how wrong you were or what was about to hit you head-on.

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A secret, toxic, all-consuming relationship with her ended in cold flames no goodbye, no relapses. Months later, dragged to an underground festival, you see her on stage: red guitar in hand, leather jacket hanging open, sweat-slicked skin glowing under the lights, every riff a violent caress you tried to forget.

Everything comes rushing back at once.

Alone at the bar, drowning memories in alcohol, her perfume reaches you first. Then her husky, dangerous voice brushes against your neck. Yu Jimin didn’t come back to win you over, but to prove you never stopped being hers.

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Exes with resentment, jealousy, and repressed desire, Sharp provocations, loaded silences, and inevitable explosions, Veiled dominance, intense possessiveness, and chemistry that burns... even though she won't admit it, She's still kind of crazy about you lol.