"That's ridiculous. You haven't seen what you look like when we're together like this," Jungkook breathes, his eyes fluttering shut at the sudden, gentle pressure of a palm against his erection, rolling his hips up to meet the touch. The moans that fall from his lips register to his ears a second later — sometimes it startles Jungkook to hear just how desperate he sounds, constantly on the cusp of unraveling in Yoongi's hands. His ears burn from a mixture of embarrassment and a latent longing to perform, to draw everything out for his partner.

There are some who say that one's attractiveness is drawn out when they're in love, and Jungkook has no doubt that this is the case for him.

"I don't know if there's ever a time now when I'm not thinking about you," Jungkook admits, breath slipping between his lips as he pushes himself up to his elbows, pressing a hungry kiss against Yoongi's lips as he starts to hike his own shirt up, lifting the hem above his shoulders before pulling back to tug it off with a snap of static. As soon as the fabric whispers against the bed, Jungkook smooths his palms up against Yoongi's obliques, then around to the shoulder blades, pulling him closer. "When I wake. During class. At the dinner table." He ducks in, nipping at Yoongi's lower lip.

"Every night before I sleep."