Songs of the chapter - This Is How Villains Are Made (Madalen Duke) &
The hotel suite buzzed with the low thrum of music and the clinking of bottles. A soft haze lingered in the air — the kind that made voices softer and laughter a little too loud. Most of the BTS members were laid out across the couches, tangled in light conversation, still dressed down in hoodies and sweatpants, a few cracked beer bottles on the table between them.
Yoongi was quieter than usual, which said a lot.
He sat on the balcony for a while earlier — hoodie pulled over his head, one hand around a half-full glass. When he finally came back in, he tucked his phone on the charging dock near the minibar and let himself fade into the background of the gathering.
Yuri had been drinking. Not just the few glasses the others had. She'd passed that line about an hour ago.
At first, no one really noticed — she was always a bit loud, a little dramatic, and good at blending her energy into the room. But something in her demeanor tonight had shifted: her laughter too sharp, her eyes glassy. Eventually, she'd disappeared altogether, and no one clocked it.
No one saw her slip Yoongi's phone off the dock. Not even him.
The bathroom was dim, lit only by the yellow vanity lights reflecting against marble and chrome. Yuri sat on the closed lid of the toilet, legs pulled in, back hunched, Yoongi's phone in her lap. Her own phone was tucked in her back pocket, forgotten.
The hum of the fan overhead masked the silence.
She swayed slightly, the remnants of wine staining her lower lip. Her mascara had smudged at the corner of one eye, and she didn't bother fixing it. Instead, she stared at the screen in her hands — Yoongi's phone, unlocked.
His lock screen was still the default.
No picture of her.
No picture of anyone.
Her thumb hesitated, trembling slightly. But she knew where to go. She'd seen it earlier — the message Kyomi had sent him the day she was discharged, however hadn't been opened yet. Just a short note with her new address.
"If you want to come by. When you can."
Yuri scoffed under her breath. Her lips pulled into a bitter smile.
With a few taps, she opened the unread message thread, selected the number, and hit:
Block this Caller
Delete Contact
Then she went further — into the phone log, into the recent messages, deleting every trace of Kyomi. It took less than a minute. But it felt like erasing something deeper than numbers and words.
She locked the phone again and held it to her chest.
There was something tight in her throat, something raw and mean that had been building for weeks. She didn't know if it was jealousy or heartbreak — or just the terrible ache of being invisible.
"I'm not the villain," she whispered to herself, voice shaking. "I've been here. I've always been here."
She stood finally, blinking hard against the bathroom mirror, wiping her face with the back of her hand.
No one noticed when she returned Yoongi's phone to the charging dock. No one saw the tiny smirk twitch at the edge of her lips before she asked if anyone wanted to open another bottle.
Yoongi awoke slowly, the edges of his mind still dull from the night before. The golden haze of sunrise spilled through the curtains, washing the room in a warmth he didn't feel. He stretched, groaned softly, and rolled over to check his phone from the bedside table. A buzzing discomfort crept into his chest.
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