Jungkook sat alone in the dimly lit apartment, a half-empty bottle of whiskey clutched in his hand. The once vibrant and lively space now felt cold and empty, much like the void in his heart. He took another swig from the bottle, the burning liquid doing little to numb the ache inside him.
His phone buzzed on the coffee table, another missed call. He didn't bother to check who it was; he knew it was either his parents or Jisoo, worried about his sudden disappearance. But he couldn't bring himself to care. The only thing he cared about was Taehyung, and Taehyung was gone.
Jungkook's eyes drifted to the door for what felt like the thousandth time that evening. He imagined Taehyung walking through it, his warm smile lighting up the room. But the door remained closed, mocking his desperate hope.
He stood up unsteadily, knocking over a chair in his drunken stupor. The noise echoed in the empty apartment, amplifying his loneliness.
He staggered to the bedroom, his eyes landing on the bed they used to share. Memories of their intimate moments flooded his mind, each one a knife twisting deeper into his heart.
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