The apartment was deafeningly silent.

Jungkook stood in the middle of the living room, the TV remote dangling uselessly from his fingers. The screen was on, a nature documentary playing at low volume, but he hadn't absorbed a single second of it.

All he could focus on was the gaping, Y/N-shaped hole in his universe.

It had only been six hours since she'd left for her friend's bachelorette weekend. Six hours. It felt like a lifetime. The air in their shared space, usually buzzing with her laughter, her music, the simple hum of her existence, was now stagnant and lifeless.

He'd tried everything to distract himself. He'd worked out until his muscles burned, the satisfying ache of a heavy lift failing to even graze the deeper, more primal ache that had taken root in his chest. He'd played video games, his character dying repeatedly because his mind wasn't on the screen.

He'd even attempted to read, but the words just blurred into an indecipherable mess.