"How is that a threat?" Yoongi calls after him, but Jungkook has already scurried off. He's tempted to stay where he is for a few more minutes, but that's the very reason he won't allow himself to do so. If he stays put, he's going to fall asleep before Jungkook comes back.

So he pushes himself slowly up, groaning, to find first his own clothing, which he tosses onto the bed, and then Jungkook's backpack. It doesn't take much digging to find the promised pajamas, and he smiles to himself, holding them close so he can bury his face against the fabric, breathing in the scent of Jungkook. Part of him doesn't even want to wear them, wants to have something where the smell lingers, untouched. But then, he likes the idea, too, of something that ends up smelling like both of them.

Putting on his clothes from earlier for now, he sits back down on the bed, just starting to doze when Jungkook returns. Yoongi gets up again at the sound of his return, gathering the pajamas up, and smiles, fond, at the sight of him. "I like you in my clothes," he says, starting for the door. "It's nice." He's not sure why it is, exactly, something about the intimacy of shared things, but he knows he likes it.