The lips at his wrists are better than any salve, but they make Jungkook's heart ache too for reasons that are hard to exactly put his finger on. It's vaguely reminiscent of the first time they were intimate, the backdrop of faint greens and yellows traced with tender hands and kisses. "I want a next time," he mumbles, his elbow wobbling a little as he slides closer to Yoongi, curling his legs up, almost in a fetal position as he hides in the shadow cast by Yoongi's body. "And you didn't take too long."

Jungkook takes a couple of slow breaths, deep and drawn from the stomach. His eyes slide briefly shut, then open again, lashes damp as he looks up to meet Yoongi's gaze. Even in his peripheral vision, the flushed line around his wrist is clear.

He wonders if the marks will persist into the following day and feels a slight thrill at the thought. Just under his sleeves.

"I'm really okay," he nods, licking his lips. "More than okay. I feel... so safe, Yoongi."