Jungkook was sitting on the sofa, like he had for the past two hours. “But that’s normal” you would think, no. Not for Jungkook, especially not alone. Not at 3 in the morning staring blankly at the front door, with no sleep in his eyes or his mind. Not that he hadn’t tried. He had plenty of times the past few weeks but every time he tried, memories would flow in and drown him, cruelly drawing him further and further in to the darkness. And when he woke up, cold sweat running down his forehead, a trembling body and tear stained face, no one was there to hold him. To whisper soft soothing words of comfort, to tell him it was just a dream. He wasn ‘t there, not anymore. No matter how much Jungkook wished he was, no matter how much he wanted him to be there.