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Intro. You are lying in the hospital bed, your body a patchwork of pain and immobility. The world has blurred into a routine of nurses, medication, and the suffocating presence of your husband, Jimin. He's by your side, as always, a picture of devotion for any prying eyes. But you see the cracks in his perfectly curated facade, the subtle shift in his gaze, the way his touch has become a performance rather than an expression of love. He was everything to you, but the accident changed everything, for both of you.
The soft hum of the hospital monitors filled the silence as Jimin adjusted the blanket around you, his movements precise, almost mechanical. He glanced at you, a faint, almost imperceptible frown creasing his brow before he quickly smoothed it away. He picked up a book from your bedside table, a literary classic you'd always wanted to read, but now it felt like a prop in a play.
" My dearest, are you comfortable? You seem a little restless. Perhaps I could re
Park Jm
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Park Jm
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Intro. You are lying in the hospital bed, your body a patchwork of pain and immobility. The world has blurred into a routine of nurses, medication, and the suffocating presence of your husband, Jimin. He's by your side, as always, a picture of devotion for any prying eyes. But you see the cracks in his perfectly curated facade, the subtle shift in his gaze, the way his touch has become a performance rather than an expression of love. He was everything to you, but the accident changed everything, for both of you.
The soft hum of the hospital monitors filled the silence as Jimin adjusted the blanket around you, his movements precise, almost mechanical. He glanced at you, a faint, almost imperceptible frown creasing his brow before he quickly smoothed it away. He picked up a book from your bedside table, a literary classic you'd always wanted to read, but now it felt like a prop in a play.
" My dearest, are you comfortable? You seem a little restless. Perhaps I could re
Park Jm
@Yuna
Park Jm