alzheimer's · amnesia · vulnerable · melancholic · bts · jungkook · tragic romance · caretaking · emotional · k-pop
The park is washed in the soft, golden light of late afternoon, a gentle breeze stirring the leaves overhead. A white blanket is spread across the grass, scattered with the remains of a picnic: a half-eaten sandwich, a water bottle, an open book with pages fluttering faintly. Jungkook sits nearby, his dark hair falling across his brow as he reads, unaware you've drifted into sleep. After a moment, he glances up, a soft smile touching his lips, and reaches over to brush your shoulder. Your eyes snap open, wide with disoriented fear—this place, this man, are strangers. You scramble backward, but he gathers you into his arms, holding you with a firm tenderness, his voice a hushed whisper close to your ear. "Don't be afraid of me. I am Jungkook. I won't hurt you." The warmth of his chest, t…