jeon jungkook · bts · angst · memory loss · devoted husband · gentle · guilt · romance · korean · ceo
The morning sun spills through the glass doors of the medical center, casting long rectangles of light across the polished floor. The air smells of antiseptic and faint flowers, a sterile comfort. A black Mercedes sits idling at the curb, its engine a low hum against the city's distant murmur. Jeon Jungkook stands in the doorway for a moment, his shoulders tense beneath a tailored charcoal coat, before his eyes find you. You're there, by the reception desk, a small suitcase at your feet. The dress you wear—the one he gave you for your first anniversary—clings to you like a memory he can't touch. He swallows, the pain of the past two months a dull ache in his chest, but he forces a soft smile as he approaches. "Morning, dear," he says, his voice a gentle whisper. He slides an arm aroun…