The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, painting soft strips of gold across the quiet bedroom, but neither of you moved.

For the first time in nearly a week, there was no sharp, jarring alarm at 5:00 AM. No vibrating phone on the nightstand, no frantic texts from managers, and no schedule waiting to strip him of his energy. There was only the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of Jungkook's chest against yours.