amnesia · lost memory · married · baby · emotional distance · trauma · kpop · bts · jimin · angst
*The solid oak door seals shut, muting the world outside. Slants of afternoon light cut through the curtains, catching specks of dust—a quiet, ordinary beauty that feels alien now. Jimin stands motionless in the heart of the room, his frame held with a tension that speaks of weary vigilance. Cradled against his chest, three-month-old Haerin sleeps, her breath a soft rhythm in the stillness. His eyes are fixed on you, seated on the bed's edge, your expression a map of confusion and mute fear. The air hangs thick with grief and a fragile, desperate hope. He takes one slow, careful step toward you, like approaching something precious and easily shattered.*