Tempted though Jungkook is to lift himself off of the mattress and shed his shirt immediately, there's a different kind of pleasure that comes from taking it slow, each movement tortuous and never quite enough. A hand snakes its way around Yoongi's waist, fingers tracing along his spine, dragging his shirt higher to expose soft skin. The touches are feather light before he suddenly presses with his fingertips, firm and sure, a tenuto to hold him close.

"Do you know how hard it is?" Jungkook whispers, lips pursed in a smile as his gaze fans down, traces along the line of Yoongi's collarbone. "Every day that I don't get to touch you? I never thought I could need someone so much."

Impatience gives way to action as Jungkook leans in with a quick intake of breath before their lips meet. His leg shifts, seeking the narrow space between Yoongi's legs until his thigh is pressed up against him with a gentle, steady pressure.

He pulls back just enough to start trailing tender kisses along the line of Yoongi's jaw, against the delicate skin under his chin. "It drives me crazy, seeing you in the halls. Being in the classroom together. Just seeing your texts," he laughs.