Every moment that passes, it gets easier to smile and mean it entirely, Yoongi's lips curving almost into a smirk as he tips his head back for Jungkook. "I know," he sighs. "Mm, I like that." He rolls his hips against Jungkook's thigh, thumb finding his nipple and tracing slow circles. Even as he feels better, he's still feeling a little raw, almost fragile, and there's something nice about Jungkook taking the lead as if to compensate; at the same time, he wants a bit of control for himself, too.

Exhaling slowly, he closes his eyes, enjoying the slow, soft kisses against his skin. "Those texts are torture," he adds, laughing a little. "I get so fucking hard thinking about you. But I don't want to stop." Maybe that's masochistic of him. He'd rather the torture of reading those texts and imagining all the things he could be doing to and with Jungkook than not to have that. It makes class a hell of a lot more interesting. It's dangerous, he knows. The last thing they need is to get caught sending each other messages like that by an irritated teacher. Still, it's worth the risk, just like sneaking out of class to meet in the bathroom is.

Hips rolling again, he lets out a small, soft sound, wanting more even as he likes taking their time this way. "I like driving you crazy. Like you thinking about me."