Twenty minutes into the movie, the dramatic explosions on screen had officially lost the battle against the heavy, peaceful exhaustion pulling at Jungkook's eyelids.

His thumb, which had been lazily tracing slow, repetitive circles against your hip, gradually slowed until it came to a complete rest. His breathing deepened, turning into a rhythmic, steady rise and fall beneath your cheek. Every now and then, his chest would heave with a soft, subconscious sigh as his body surrendered to the complete safety of your presence.