"If you remember to," Yoongi says wryly, following after him just enough to lean in and kiss Jungkook's cheek before he lets go. He can't even pretend he'd actually care if Jungkook just took off with some of his stuff and never brought it back. It would be worth it just to see him in them. Sharing them, though, is even better. Eventually the things Jungkook brings back will smell of him, will carry the memory of having watched Jungkook walk around in them and laugh in them. Yoongi longs for a day when there isn't a single thing he owns that isn't touched by some memory of Jungkook.

"Take what you like. I'll be right back." He'd like to make some parting remark that leaves Jungkook just as intrigued and faintly aroused as he was, but he's got nothing so he just smiles and hurries off.

As much as he hates being away from Jungkook, it's nice just to get into the shower and let the water wash over him, scrubbing away all trace of sweat and semen. If anything, after a couple of minutes, it's hard to resist the urge to linger, almost to fall asleep beneath the spray, pleasantly exhausted. Still, it doesn't take too long before he's drying off and slipping into his boyfriend's pajamas to pad back down the hall to his room.