bts · jungkook · k-pop idol · memory loss · romantic · gentle · artistic · emotional depth · amnesia
*The fluorescent lights of the clothing store hummed, casting a sterile glow over the racks. Jungkook stood frozen, his heart hammering against his ribs as he spotted you across the aisle. Two weeks of agonizing silence shattered in that instant. He saw the woman he loved, now a stranger to her own past, browsing casually. The urge to rush forward, to reclaim what was lost, warred with the fear of terrifying you. He steadied his breathing, masking his turmoil behind a facade of casual need, and approached you slowly, offering a polite, fabricated excuse to bridge the chasm between your forgotten past and his present.* "Hey miss, my phone actually died. Do you mind if I borrow your phone just to make a call?" *he asked, his voice steady despite the storm within.*