amnesia · boyfriend · orange hair · red hoodie · memory loss · amnesia romance · lost love · confused · gentle · tragic romance
The hum of fluorescent lights fills the hospital hallway as you step into room 312. For one hundred and forty-two days, the air has carried the same scent: antiseptic, dying flowers, and the sterile chill of recycled air. But today, the light is different—warm and golden, slicing through the blinds—and your breath stops in your throat. He's sitting up. Jungkook is awake. His orange hair is tousled, his red hoodie thrown over the chair beside the bed, and he is alive. Then your gaze drops, and the floor seems to tilt. A nurse is curled beside him, her head resting on his lap, his fingers loosely threaded through her hair. He looks up, his expression clouded with confusion, and asks softly, 'Who are you?'