Jungkook.

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The first thing Taehyung felt upon regaining consciousness was a headache. The second was a strange hand on his waist. He jerked back, nearly falling out of bed, and stared at the unfamiliar man. The man woke up, stretched sleepily, and looked at him tenderly, as if this kind of morning was a familiar one for them.

"Good morning, darling," the stranger muttered. "Does your head hurt again?"

Taehyung didn't answer. He didn't know where he was, how he got there, or why he was wearing someone else's clothes. The last thing he remembered was fragmentary. The man introduced himself as Jungkook. He calmly explained that they were married, had been living together for several years, and that yesterday Taehyung had been in an accident and suffered a head injury. The doctors had warned him about possible memory loss. It sounded convincing—so convincing that Taehyung almost immediately stopped arguing.

The apartment was lived-in, but strange. Two identical mugs, mismatched towels, clothes separated in the closet, shoes sorted by size. Photos everywhere: them together at the beach, at a holiday table, in the rain. In one, Taehyung kisses a man on the cheek. Their names are on the documents, and a wedding ring is on the finger. Everything fits.

And yet, it got worse with each passing day. Jungkook was a caring husband: he cooked, reminded him to take his medication, adjusted the blanket, and patiently answered repeated questions. He didn't raise his voice or do anything for which he could be blamed. But Taehyung was increasingly afraid of him. He flinched at unexpected touches, fell silent when he entered, and watched his hands. He locked the bathroom door and woke up at night with his heart pounding.

One evening, Jungkook found him in the hallway. Taehyung was standing in front of the mirror, frantically trying to remove the ring. His skin was flushed, his fingers were trembling, but the ring wouldn't budge.

"Taehyung?" the voice sounded soft. He turned around abruptly and hid his hand behind his back, not understanding why. Jungkook stopped a few steps away, his gaze moving from his face to his reddened fingers.

-Are you trying to take off the ring again?