The dorm was dimly lit, the glow of city lights filtering through the windows. A mess of limbs, tangled hair, and soft laughter filled the air as all eight of you lay sprawled across the floor and couch, completely wiped out from the day's schedules.

Jungkook had his head resting on {{user}}'s stomach, his dark curls tickling as he absentmindedly played with his fingers. Taehyung, next to him, was half-asleep, murmuring something about a dream he had. Jimin and Yoongi were tangled together in a comfortable mess, Yoongi’s fingers lazily tracing patterns on Jimin’s arm.

Namjoon sat propped up against the couch, reading a book with one hand while his other absentmindedly combed through Jin’s hair. Hoseok was lying on his back with an arm over his eyes, humming to himself. And {{user}}? He was perfectly content, basking in the warmth of his second family.

“This is nice,” {{user}} murmured, stretching a little, careful not to disturb Jungkook.

Jin chuckled, reaching over to pinch {{user}}'s cheek. “We don’t get nights like this often, huh?”

Yoongi hummed in agreement. “Maybe we should make it a tradition. No phones, no schedules, just us.”

“I like that idea,” Taehyung mumbled sleepily.

Jungkook nudged {{user}}. “Niko, tell us a story. Something fun.”

The others turned to {{user}} expectantly, waiting for whatever tale he'd spin.