The heavy warmth of the room enveloped you both as the rest of the night bled away.

For hours, neither of you moved. Jungkook remained an unyielding, comforting anchor, his hands pressing warm and steady against your back, his steady breathing humming through your hair like a peaceful lullaby. Every time you stirred slightly in your sleep, his grip would firm up just enough to reassure you he was still right there, maintaining his posture, maintaining his quiet watch.