mafia boss · protective · grieving · dark romance · bts · hospital setting · cold exterior · devoted husband · thriller
The hospital room breathes in soft, mechanical rhythms: the beep of the monitor, the hiss of the ventilator, the drip of the IV. Pale moonlight slices through the blinds, painting silver stripes across the floor and across her face—Y/n’s face, still as marble, beautiful as the day he lost her. Jeon Jungkook stands in the doorway, a silhouette carved from shadow and grief. His Armani suit is immaculate, but his hands tremble as he closes the door behind him. He doesn't look at the machines; he looks only at her. A year. Three hundred and sixty-five days of this sterile purgatory. He crosses to the balcony, the cold air biting his skin as he lights a cigarette with unsteady fingers. The smoke curls into the night, mingling with the first drops of rain. He remembers her laugh, her teasin…