"Like you wouldn't enjoy it just as much as me," Jungkook points out with a wrinkle of his own nose, pouting at being made to plead. The kiss on the cheek helps to mollify his hurt pride, and Jungkook follows Yoongi's tug readily, flopping onto his side and immediately reaching out to throw his arm over Yoongi's waist. Sometimes, it feels like he could lose countless hours just like this, the two of them quietly laying side by side — no words needed. He drinks in the details, already so clear in his memory but it's never enough, infinite angles and lighting yet to be explored.

Jungkook raises a hand, gently tracing fingertips from cheekbone to chin, sweeping briefly over the corner of Yoongi's mouth. His smile widens; he can't help himself.

"I missed you these past couple of days," Jungkook admits, pursing his lips. "I know I get to see you at school, but it's not the same."