Yoongi's his, the words echoing repeatedly in Jungkook's mind as he returns the kiss, free hand trailing up Yoongi's spine until he's able to rest it by the base of Yoongi's neck. He grapples with contrasting feelings — the sudden, possessive burn that keeps his fingers grasped close warring with the tender stillness that reflects the fragile words shared only minutes ago. He lets out a soft whimper against Yoongi's lips, knows that it's only a matter of time until he'll fall apart again, only ever at Yoongi's hands.

"You're mine," he whispers when they both pull back for air, his chest heaving as impatient hands make their way to the hem of Yoongi's shirt, hiking it up. Jungkook doesn't want to rush, but every second spent without skin to skin feels like an ache now, an unnecessary barrier placed between the both of them. "I still can't believe it sometimes. Yoongi-ah."

He sighs, rocking his hips upward, briefly lifting them off of the mattress as he seeks further friction, the length of him already hard where it's pressed against Yoongi's thigh.

"God, you're so hot," Jungkook laughs, briefly biting his lower lip. "No wonder I can't ever concentrate."