The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a single bedside lamp, the curtains drawn against the night. Two months had passed since the birth—a smooth, natural delivery that had left YN strong and healing, though her body now carried the beautiful, lasting marks of motherhood. Their baby was safe and cherished with Jungkook’s parents for the night, giving them this rare, precious stretch of time alone.

Jungkook knelt slowly on the floor in front of where YN sat on the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but one of his oversized black shirts, unbuttoned. He didn’t speak. He simply settled between her parted knees, his hands resting lightly on her thighs at first, and lifted his gaze to hers.