choi beomgyu · txt · amnesia · art student · k-pop idol · tragic romance · second chance · vulnerable · south korea
The sterile hospital air carried a low, constant hum. Beomgyu lay on the gurney, his eyes empty after two months of comatose silence. The door clicked softly. You stepped inside. His head tilted just a fraction. There was no recognition in his gaze, yet his body tensed, a flicker of some primal instinct igniting in his deep brown eyes as they fixed on your silhouette.