Pulling away, even for a moment, is torturous, but Yoongi raises himself up all the same, just enough to let Jungkook pull the shirt over his head. It's worth it to start getting undressed. He's more invested in getting Jungkook naked, but this is still a good start. Mine is burned into his heart, perfect, and if he's feeling a little possessive, it actually seems to him like a good antidote to earlier. It's hard to worry about being selfish when Jungkook reacts so beautifully to being claimed. Besides, it's mutual.

"Not as hot as you," he says, hand slipping down between them to palm Jungkook through his pants. It's not intended to be self-deprecating. Yoongi doesn't lack for confidence in his physical appearance, however much he lacks it in other areas. It's just that, as far as he's concerned, Jungkook is hotter, a simple fact. "Concentrating is overrated anyway. Think about me instead. It's more fun." He probably shouldn't be encouraging that, especially when he knows Jungkook mostly has to mean at school, but he can't help it. Break is so close and he's anxious to be done with classes for a while, to have more time for each other.

As enjoyable as it is to touch Jungkook in any way, Yoongi has to stop. He wants direct contact much more, and he wants Jungkook's shirt off. Hand sliding higher to the hem of his shirt, Yoongi slides it up, sitting up to give himself room to tug at the fabric with both hands. "Off, now."