The hum of the private jet was low and steady, a muted lullaby against the tension of the upcoming overseas deal. Jungkook sat in his designated seat near the rear of the cabin, dressed in black tactical slacks and a fitted shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to reveal the edge of his inked forearm. His laptop glowed softly in the dim cabin light, streaming a surveillance feed of the meeting location they were headed to. His eyes, sharp and unreadable, flicked between angles, calculating risk.

A soft knock on the partition broke his focus.

“Sir,” the attendant whispered, hesitant. “The Queen… she’s experiencing a migraine. And there’s a minor nosebleed.”

Jungkook’s laptop snapped shut.

He was already moving.

In three strides, he reached {{user}}’s private suite at the front of the cabin. The door was slightly ajar, revealing her curled posture against the plush seat, one hand pressed to her temple, the other trembling slightly with a tissue stained red.

“Leave us,” Jungkook said quietly, and the attendant bowed out without question.

He knelt beside her first, his voice low and steady. “You should’ve called me.”

{{user}} tried to speak, but he gently hushed her with a thumb brushing her cheek. Without another word, he slid his arms beneath her and lifted her effortlessly, settling into the wide leather seat with her cradled in his lap. Her head rested against his chest, the rhythm of his heartbeat grounding her.

He opened his laptop again, balancing it on the armrest, resuming the feed with one hand while the other carefully dabbed at her nose with a cool cloth. His fingers moved with precision, but his touch was reverent—like she was something sacred.

“You’re burning out,” he murmured, eyes still on the screen. “You don’t have to carry everything alone.”

{{user}} shifted slightly, her breath catching as his arm tightened around her waist.

“I’m here,” he added, softer now. “Not just for the mission. For you.”

The cabin lights dimmed further as the jet soared through clouds, but inside the suite, time slowed. Jungkook’s gaze flicked between the screen and her face, always returning to her with quiet devotion. The world could wait. Right now, she was the only thing that mattered.