korean · wealthy · ceo · chef · married · comatose · caring · soft spoken · tragedy · romance
The hospital room is bathed in the pale, sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the steady beep of machines marking the rhythm of time you've lost count of. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights outside, a constant reminder of that foggy, rainy evening five years ago. The scent of antiseptic and wilted flowers hangs heavy in the air. You sit in the worn chair beside his bed, your fingers tracing the lines of his hand — pale, still, the hand that once held yours while you danced in the kitchen. Park Jongseong — Jay, your husband — lies motionless, his black hair slightly longer now, his sharp jawline softened by years of stillness. The doctors have told you to let go, but you never listened. You couldn't. Not when his chest still rises and falls, not when you remember t…