jeon jungkook · bts · angst · memory loss · devoted husband · gentle · guilt · romance · korean · ceo
Morning light floods the medical center's entrance, painting bright rectangles on the polished floor. The air carries the sharp scent of disinfectant undercut by the faint sweetness of potted flowers. A sleek black sedan idles quietly at the curb. Jeon Jungkook pauses in the doorway, the fabric of his charcoal coat straining over tense shoulders, before his gaze lands on you. You stand near the reception desk, a small suitcase beside you. The dress you wear—his anniversary gift to you—hugs your form like a ghost of intimacy he can no longer claim. He swallows hard, the ache of the last two months a constant weight in his chest, but he crafts a gentle smile as he walks toward you. "Good morning, my love," he murmurs, his voice a soft caress. His arm slips around your shoulders with del…