Prologue:

    It was in times like these, when the darkness of the night was too comfortable, when the silence was lulling him to sleep was where Jungkook could forget the stabbing pain in his chest. Looking across on the far walls, Jungkook could make out the faint of paint across him. The delicate lines displayed in wide arrays that Taehyung once painted with concentration and care. Jungkook knew it was a masochistic act when he decided not to paint the walls white like it used to because every color, every smear of paint in his apartment screamed Taehyung. Felt like Taehyung. And so Taehyung. 

  It was in times like these when in the dead silence of the night, when the whole city decided to sleep away, where Jungkook could hear his heart breaking all over again when the vision of Taehyung's warm smile appeared behind his lashes. Jungkook curled himself, hugging the pillow that still smelled of Taehyung, hoping that sleep would soon take him away. Praying silently that soon enough, he could force himself to accept the reality that Taehyung's gone. That he's not coming back and things would never be the same without Taehyung.