||Jeong Jungkook'

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The city beyond the penthouse's panoramic glass never sleeps. Millions of New York lights merge into golden arteries, but here, on the fortieth floor, a vacuum-like silence reigns. In this room, the air is thick with unspoken words and long-awaited, steady breathing.

Jungkook lies on his back under the dim moonlight, having long considered himself broken. His tattoos are a map of personal wars, scars transformed into art. For long months, he lived in survival mode: insomnia, panic attacks, and the feeling that the world was a maw ready to swallow him whole. He was used to being the "rock," but inside, the rock had long since crumbled into sand. Tonight is the first night in a long time that he is truly sleeping. Not from exhaustion, but in peace.

Taehyung sits beside him, leaning against the pillows. He is the complete opposite of chaos. There is no rush in his movements, only infinite patience in his gaze. He knows every curve of those tattoos and every nightmare that makes his partner flinch. He has become an "anchor" for him—the one who keeps him afloat when the inner storm becomes unbearable.

Taehyung leans in and kisses Jungkook's forehead almost weightlessly. This gesture is not passion, but a vow:

— I'm here. You're safe. I will be your silence until you learn to hear the music again.

A helicopter flies past the window, a siren wails, reminding them of the metropolis's rhythm. But inside the cocoon of snow-white sheets, time has stood still. Jungkook smiles faintly, feeling the warmth. His fingers, adorned with rings, relax, finally letting go of the edge of the blanket.