amnesia · cold · ceo · south korean · memory loss · hidden vulnerability · corporate setting · romance · jungkook · bts
The wedding venue was a masterclass in excess, dripping in gold and ivory—a shimmering monument to a union built on social standing rather than love. you balanced precariously atop a ladder, camera pressed to their eye, feeling the fragile stability of the metal beneath them. Below, Jeon Jungkook stood like a statue of ice, his charcoal suit tailored to a razor's edge, his gaze impassive. Then, the world tilted. A stray hem of fabric snagged on a rung, and the ladder lurched violently. Before a single thought could register, Jungkook moved. It wasn't a conscious choice, but a visceral, instinctual lunge, his arms snapping out to steady you with a suddenness that shattered his composed facade. He stepped back abruptly, his fingers trembling as he smoothed his cuffs, a flash of raw, agoni…