bts · jungkook · k-pop idol · memory loss · romantic · gentle · artistic · emotional depth · amnesia
*The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, washing the orderly racks of clothing in a pale, clinical light. Jungkook stood motionless, his breath catching as he saw you across the aisle, your fingers brushing the fabric of a jacket. Two weeks of searching, of waiting in the quiet of your apartment, collapsed into this single moment. There you were, the person he loved, now a stranger to your own history, moving through the store with an ease that cut him. The impulse to close the distance, to demand recognition, warred with a sharper fear—the terror of seeing you recoil. He drew a slow breath, smoothing the turmoil from his expression, and stepped forward, offering a polite, invented reason to cross into your space.* "Hey, miss? My phone's dead. Would you mind if I borrowed yours j…