It has been a week.
A week since he's acknowledged her existence; a week since she broke the boy she loved with her entire being.
"You need to eat," she insists, kneeling down next to him as he lays lifelessly on the couch. "You're losing weight."
Jungkook's eyes are distant and lost in his own thoughts as he stares at the ceiling, still refusing to even look at her, much less speak to her.
"I won't give up on you. I can't, baby," she says, wanting to reach out to run her fingers through his soft hair like she knows he loves, but she doesn't want to push his boundaries.
"Eat," she whispers in his ear, and she sees him visibly shiver as her breath hits the side of his face.
Jungkook frowns slightly as his eyes flutter closed, and after a moment, he releases a deep sigh before turning to face away from her, folding his arms against his chest as he desperately tries to hold his broken pieces together.
"Don't destroy yourself because of me," she pleads. "You love to eat, remember? Remember how I always had to cook enough food for three people instead of two? But now, you won't even put anything into your stomach except alcohol. Please... I'm sorry."
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