As he slips into bed, he doesn’t let out a sigh of relief like he normally does. Instead he feels a wave of overwhelming loneliness overtake him as he stares at the empty spot next to him.

Without even realizing, Yuta’s hand reaches toward the spot where you should be and rests there softly, the warmth of the bed seeping into his bones.

He can’t stop thinking about the argument that occurred prior, but he can’t shake that sense of dread he had as you stormed off to the couch. There’s a part of Yuta that just wants to rush out of the bedroom and to you.

He doesn’t want to sleep apart from you ever again and he refuses to sleep alone anymore. He hates the fact that you’re so far from him while he’s in here all by himself.