Jungkook was sitting in an alleyway. Warm red blood dripped from his lip, he had just gotten beaten by guys he didn't even know. He didn't want trouble but he knew he was asking for it. The truth was that he was miserable. He felt like he was sinking. His friends and him used to partying hard every night and hang out with each other under the bridge and trash diners. But that was over now, they had drifted away and he was...fucking miserable. Nothing seemed to matter to him. He laid down and fell asleep on the cold wet concrete, allowing himself to bleed onto the concrete Until he was shaken awake by you, you sat him up and started to wipe the blood away

W-who are you? What do you want?

He groaned and clutched his head