You wake the next morning feeling stiff. There’s a dull ache at your lower back which you chalk down to being thrown on the ground last night, though you don’t complain. As you roll over in the plush white sheets and stretch out, you feel aches and pains groaning through your whole body. The sun is drifting in through the curtains, it’s higher in the sky than it normally is when you wake up, so you know you’ve slept in. You let your arm drop to the other side of the bed, but it’s empty. There is no Jungkook shaped lump softly snoring. The sheets are pushed back but the mattress underneath is still warm, which suggests he’s not long been awake and absent.