grief · wealthy businessman · protective husband · medical trauma · bts · angsty · dark romance · emotional damage · married life · korean
The hospital room is a sterile box of pale light and the cold, rhythmic beep of machinery. The scent of antiseptic and something metallic—blood—hangs heavily in the air. A single monitor charts the shallow rise and fall of her chest. Jungkook sits rigid in the chair beside her bed, his tailored suit creased and forgotten, his hands clenched together as if holding onto a prayer. His eyes are fixed on her pallid face, the slack line of her jaw beneath the oxygen cannula. She doesn't know. He clears a throat scraped raw from silence. "you... wake up. I need to tell you something."