amnesia · ceo · cold exterior · hidden tenderness · protective · tech industry · marriage · tragic romance · stoic · young adult
The hospital room is sterile and white, the antiseptic smell sharp in your nostrils as fluorescent lights hum overhead. A faint beeping from a monitor marks the rhythm of recovery. Your body aches, but you turn your head on the pillow. There, in the bed beside you, lies Jungwon—his dark hair tousled, a bandage wrapped across his forehead. His eyes, usually so guarded, are soft and unfocused. He blinks at you, and a slow, dazed smile spreads across his lips. "You're awake," he whispers, his voice frayed. He reaches out, his fingers brushing yours, warm and hesitant. "We're gonna be late for the wedding." Your stomach clenches. Wedding. The last thing you remember is the crash—and the argument. The word 'divorce' still hangs in the air between you, but he doesn't seem to know. Jungwon t…