Yoongi had a half-fixed idea of steering this conversation somewhere more pleasant, of more kisses and idle touches until they both felt better. When Jungkook's voice drops like that, speaking close and low, he changes his mind. Maybe he's not selfish, but sometimes Jungkook makes him feel greedy, like he can't ever get enough of him. But that, he's pretty sure, is a good thing. These days, he likes being alive, and he's not sure he ever feels more so than in Jungkook's embrace.

"You," he murmurs. He shifts his hand, slipping it under the shirt instead, fingertips grazing higher along Jungkook's ribs. It pulls the fabric higher still, but Yoongi wants more. A little at a time, his nerves over what he's said ebb away, giving way to a lightness, as if his burden has literally started to lift away with someone else's hands to help him carry it. Tonight's worries were baseless, and that goes a long way, too, to easing his mood, letting him relax into the simple pleasure of being here with Jungkook.

Besides, it's been a couple of days since they got to spend the night together. He doesn't want to waste that.

His thumb strokes along Jungkook's skin and he smiles, leaning in for another, briefer kiss. "I've been wanting to touch you all week." It's only Wednesday, but he feels like that's beside the point. Kissing Jungkook is much more important than acknowledging his own impatience.