Hours slipped away unnoticed in the quiet warmth of the bedroom.

By late afternoon, the sun had shifted, casting long, amber rays across the bed. Jungkook had drifted in and out of light, peaceful naps, his body soaking up every second of undisturbed recovery. Every time he stirred, his arms would tighten instinctively around your waist, only relaxing again when he felt your hands smoothing over his back or running through his hair.