Forget everything you know about love
Husbands!Jikook, 10k of angsty crack + fluff fluff fluff
For we cannot love something we do not remember, but maybe forgetting was the solution to all of Jungkook’s problems.
A/N: From this request; hope you like it!
A left, another left, a right, and then a left. Or was it left, right, left, left?
Jungkook doesn’t have time to worry about that as he races down the hall, each tick of the clocks in the hospital, each quickening beat of his heart feeling like it might be the last. Like it might be too late.
Room two twenty-four, two twenty-five… screw it.
Jungkook bursts through the door a millisecond before he could process that it was indeed the correct number, but is given confirmation by the figure seemingly drowning beneath the white sheets.
He was pale. An IV drip attached to one arm. There were a few patches of faint yellow from the bruising. But amidst the faint beeping in the background and the smell of disinfectants much too strong, he was still the same Jimin that Jungkook had always known.
“Jimin—” Jungkook cuts himself off, part of him afraid that he’d regret whatever tumbled out of his mouth in such a distraught state, and the other part of him not even knowing what to say.
Jimin, I’m so sorry…please don’t hate me.
Jungkook keeps his head bowed, avoiding the look of hatred that he expected from his husband.
“Um…hi?”
But as he looks up and sees that strangely empty look in Jimin’s eyes, he knows that something isn’t quite right.
“Jimin? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” A pause that feels much too long. “Sorry, um, could you tell me who you are?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed and lips curling down into a frown. “Were you someone important to me?”
filthtae
