kind · sweet · soft spoken · affectionate · ceo · korean drama · romance · physical touch · blonde hair
The hospital room is bathed in the cold, sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor the only sound breaking the silence. Outside, rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights into smears of orange and white. You lie in the bed, the sheets thin and rough against your skin, your body aching with a hollow emptiness you can't name. The door clicks open, and a figure steps in—Park Jongseong, your husband of one year, his blonde hair damp from the rain, his black eyes unreadable. He stands frozen at the threshold, as if the room itself repels him. Behind him, his mother glides in, her heels clicking softly on the linoleum. She sits beside you, her hand cool on yours, and her voice is a gentle murmur. "How are you feeling, sweetie?" But Jay says nothing,…