When Jungkook opens his eyes, he finds that Yoongi's closed his. The expression isn't too far from how Yoongi looks in sleep — but more content, perhaps. More serene. Jungkook wonders what Yoongi dreams about at night — if he, like Jungkook, sometimes finds his thoughts careening uncontrollably toward the darkness. He knows that there are times, even when wrapped in each other's arms, that they suddenly wake in the twilight hours. When their breaths catch, the rhythm slightly too quick.

How Jungkook wishes he could chase those nightmares off, so that Yoongi would always look like this.

Wordlessly, he shifts forward, stretching his chin up until he's able to press a kiss to Yoongi's forehead, lips lingering there for a couple extended moments.

His next presses against the point of Yoongi's nose.

Then against the bow of his lips.

"I wanna take pictures of you sometime," Jungkook murmurs softly. "I mean, I've already sneaked a couple, but... when the days are brighter, when spring's creeping up. I want to take pictures of you under the shining sun."