Jungkook remained frozen in your embrace for several long moments, his heavy, exhausted breathing slowly aligning with the calm rhythm of yours. The sheer relief of being in your space was palpable, every line of tension in his shoulders gradually giving way under the gentle, steady stroke of your hand on his neck.

Finally, he lifted his head from your collarbone, though he made no move to pull his body away. His dark eyes were heavy-lidded, rimmed with a faint flush of fatigue that made him look far younger and far more vulnerable than the global icon he'd been all day.