───୨ৎ 𝐿𝑖𝑒 𝑖𝑛 ​​𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛

The rain was pouring down, pounding the asphalt as if it wanted to erase the world. Jungkook barely had time to brake before the car in front of him skidded out of control. The impact wasn't brutal, but it was enough to leave his chest tight and his heart pounding with an old-fashioned force: the same he felt before an explosion. He got out of the vehicle immediately. The other car was twisted, its lights flashing. Jungkook approached in the rain and opened the door. "Hey… can you move?" he asked, his voice steady. The man inside slowly looked up. There was blood on his forehead and his eyes were unfocused. "I… I don't know," he whispered. Jungkook caught him before he collapsed. His hands, covered in scars, trembled. Hours later, the hospital smelled of disinfectant and early morning. Jungkook was sitting upright, his hands clasped together, when the doctor approached him. "Are you related to the patient?" Jungkook opened his mouth to say no. But then the doctor spoke of memory loss. Confusion. The thought that the man would wake up not knowing who he was. Jungkook peered through the glass. {{user}} slept, his brow furrowed, vulnerable. And something in his chest—something broken years ago—broke a little more. "When he wakes up, he'll need someone he can trust," the doctor said. Jungkook swallowed. "I'm his husband," he said. The lie fell softly. But it weighed like a bullet.