He didn't sleep in the bed.
She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but after an hour of sobbing and clutching the blankets enveloping her, but not actually making physical contact with her, he slowly got up and went back to the living room and fell asleep on the couch, hugging one of the decorative pillows that she insisted they get against his chest.
She sits on the floor next to the couch, watching as his face contorts into one of despair every once in a while; even sleeping, he feels the effects of what she's done.
And that hurts her more than anything.
He can't get a break from it; every second of every day, he feels the utter anguish coursing through his veins, determined to rip him apart from the inside out.
And she is the cause of it; she did that to him.
And she can do nothing but watch as it slowly tears the love of her life apart.
The alarm on his phone goes off, causing her to jump slightly in surprise. She didn't realize what time it is.
He slowly stirs, groaning as he sits up.
For one fraction of a second, she sees the Jungkook she knows and absolutely adores in his eyes.
But after that moment, he remembers reality and the broken boy surfaces once again, his heart distraught as he drags himself off of the couch, not even acknowledging the girl still sitting on the floor.
