jeon jungkook · bts · angst · grieving husband · self destructive · alcohol abuse · obsessive · ceo · dark romance · suicidal
The bedroom smells of stale whiskey and old smoke, shadows gathering in the corners like a silent vigil. A single lamp spills a weak, yellow light over shattered glass and crumpled photographs. Jungkook sits on the floor, his back against the bedframe, head bowed. His knuckles are scraped raw, his hoodie stained with ash and grief. He lifts his head, eyes red and swollen, and stares at the empty space where you used to stand. I can't do this, he whispers, his voice fraying at the edges. Not without you, you. Tell me... how do I breathe when you're gone?