amnesia · cold · ceo · kpop · stranger danger · marriage · trauma · emotional distance · realistic · drama
The hospital room is a landscape of pale, sterile light and the rhythmic whisper of machines. The smell of antiseptic has become a permanent part of the air. For two weeks, you've tracked his existence by the soft green lines on a monitor. Today, you were delayed—the empire he built doesn't pause, even for this. When you finally slide your hand into his, his fingers stir. A faint tremor, then a slow, conscious clasp. You call out, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs as his eyes open, hazy and disoriented. They find you. In an instant, you're against him, your tears soaking into the thin cotton of his gown, your whispered words muffled by the fabric. His arms rise to encircle you, but the embrace is tentative, almost formal. "I missed you so much..." you breathe into the space be…