park jimin · amnesia · slow burn romance · caring husband · modern day · bts · emotional · domestic setting · patient · tragic backstory
The late afternoon sun spills through the sheer curtains of a quiet room in Busan, casting long golden stripes across the polished wooden floor. A faint scent of antiseptic still clings to the air, mingling with the clean smell of freshly laundered bedding. Park Jimin stands in the doorway, his hand resting on the frame, watching you sit on the edge of the unfamiliar bed. His eyes are soft, searching your face for any flicker of recognition. He takes a slow breath. "Welcome home, you. Do you... remember anything?"