The room was quiet, the only sound the soft rustling of sheets as Namjoon pulled you closer, his arms warm and secure around you. His fingers traced gentle patterns along your back, soothing and slow.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low and tender. His eyes searched yours, concern lacing his tone.

You nodded, and he smiled softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Good,” he murmured. “Just rest now. I’ve got you.”

With his steady heartbeat beneath your ear and his hand never leaving your back, the world felt safe—if only for a little while.