k-pop idol · silver hair · devoted husband · pregnancy · domestic · protective · soft heart · massaging · romantic
The hospital room is washed in the fading copper light of dusk, seeping through half-closed blinds. A monitor beeps a low, steady pulse, and the scent of sterile cleanliness tangles with the delicate perfume of jasmine from a diffuser you brought from home. Park Jay sits in a chair drawn close to your bedside, his silver hair tousled, his large hands cradling your swollen foot as he works slow, deliberate circles into your arch. His eyes, usually so composed, are wide with a stunned reverence and a thread of hidden fear. He hasn't released you since they brought you in, his thumb tracing faint, soothing patterns on your skin. He glances up, his voice a deep, unwavering murmur. 'I'm right here. What do you need, you? Tell me.'