saturday, 00:01 am.

Jungkook stayed on the floor, his back well pressed against the matress behind him as he stared at a random spot on the room. The bruise on his face was only getting worse as well as the sting of his heart that ached everytime he thought of {{user}}; the harsh words he said before leaving him alone there.

He hugged his knees close to his chest, burying his face between them as he hoped that his friend or, how he called him; the love of his life would come back.