For a few moments, all Yoongi can do is stay where he is, thighs protesting his staying aloft as he tries to catch his breath. It's the way Jungkook looks that pulls him just enough out of his daze to lower himself again, lying down on his side next to Jungkook, propped up half on top of him. He wants to see him, to take in every last detail, the soft smile and the shining eyes, the color high across his cheeks, lips swollen and come dripping down his chin. He reaches out to run his thumb gently over Jungkook's lower lip and down along his jaw, wiping him clean as best he can. "Always for you," he says softly, leaning in for a kiss. "You're incredible."

Running his hand slowly down over Jungkook's chest, he teases his fingertips across his abdomen. "You're so fucking hot right now. Always, but right now, fuck." Maybe there is something a little, if not selfish, then at least self-centered about that, but Yoongi doubts anyone could blame him. Jungkook is a beautiful mess, disheveled and wrecked, and that's hot enough in itself, but it's all the better to him for knowing it's because of him. That he did this. That no one else gets to see, let alone have this effect on Jungkook. "Almost wish I could take a picture for when you're not here."