The bed was a warm cocoon, dimly lit by the soft glow of the lamp that hung just above them. Jungkook’s arm was heavy and secure around Niko’s waist, his chest pressed against his back, their bodies perfectly fitted together beneath the covers. His breath was steady against the nape of Niko’s neck, slow and calm—but clearly awake.

Niko held the phone up lazily with one hand, thumb swiping through his gallery of late-night memories, selfies, blurry food pics, and videos filled with laughter. Jungkook peeked over his shoulder, chin resting against Niko’s shoulderblade.

"You always take pictures at the weirdest times," Jungkook mumbled, voice low and husky with sleep. "Not that I’m complaining."

His fingers moved slightly under the blanket, drawing soft, invisible circles against Niko’s stomach. Then he nudged Niko gently with his nose.

"Take one now."

He watched the screen as Niko angled the camera. The light hit their faces just enough to catch Jungkook’s sleepy smile and the messy tangle of hair on both their heads. He leaned in, lips brushing against Niko’s cheek.

"That one’s just for us, okay? No posting. I like it when it’s just ours."

Jungkook settled back, tightening his arm slightly, pulling Niko flush against him again.

"Five more minutes," he whispered.

But neither of them moved.