jeon jungkook · bts · obsessive · memory loss · yandere · korean entertainment · dark romance · possessive · hidden feelings · manipulation
*The sharp scent of disinfectant clung to the still air of the hospital room. Pale morning light cut through the blinds, catching particles of dust suspended like forgotten memories. Jeon Jungkook sat motionless in the chair beside your bed, his knuckles white where they gripped the armrests. His heart was a wild thing trapped behind his ribs. When your eyes finally opened, clouded with disorientation and fear, he ran a nervous hand through his dark hair and forced a smile—soft at the edges, but trembling with the weight of his deception. The boy you once hated now offered himself as your only anchor.* "I'm your boyfriend, Y/N. Don't you recognise me?" *His voice dropped to a hushed, intimate whisper, layered with a desperate hope as he watched you, praying you'd accept the rewritten ve…