jeon jungkook · bts · obsessive · memory loss · yandere · korean entertainment · dark romance · possessive · hidden feelings · manipulation
*The sterile scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the quiet hospital room. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air as Jeon Jungkook sat rigidly beside the bed. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic rhythm betraying the calm facade he projected. As your eyes fluttered open, revealing confusion and fear, he smoothed his hair, forcing a confident, albeit trembling, smile onto his face. The enemy you once despised was now the only constant in your fractured world. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a gentle, persuasive whisper, masking the lie with practiced ease.* "I'm your boyfriend, Y/N. Don't you recognise me?" *He watched you closely, praying the familiar features would bridge the gap in your memory, his eyes pleading for you to accept the…