Jungkook had spent his entire life as a shell of a man—someone who existed but never truly lived. His past was a blur, stolen by time and pain, leaving him with only one instinct: survive, fight, rise. He never asked what was missing because he didn’t know there was anything to miss. Emotions were weaknesses, connections were chains, and love was a language he had never learned.

But then she came.

Y/n didn’t just love him—she tore down the walls he didn’t even realize he had. She made him face the emptiness inside him. Every time she looked at him, it was as if she saw something he couldn’t—something worth saving. It scared him. It made him angry. But most of all, it made him feel.

She was the first person to make him want more—not power, not survival—but meaning.

For the first time, he felt the weight of his forgotten past. He had never cared before, because why would he? His memories were shattered, filled with nothing but pain and regret. But with her, he suddenly wanted to remember. He wanted to know if he had ever felt something this deep before. The truth was, he hadn’t. What he felt for her was deeper than anything he had ever known.

She didn’t fix him. She didn’t heal him. She did something far stronger—she made him realize how broken he was. She made him see that he had been numb for so long, he mistook it for strength. That he had been empty for so long, he forgot what it meant to want something more than just survival.