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The world feels like it's been a little dimmer since Monday. Generally, Jungkook isn't the type to let himself be too affected by his environment — he'd sooner be the one assessing it from a distance, rather than get caught up in all of its complexity — but ever since becoming friends with his hyungs, more and more of their moods start to siphon in. He's aware, albeit distantly, when they're sad. Feels their anger and frustration as if they were his own. There are times when it gets to be too much, and Jungkook will always take the time to step away, make sure that he can breathe and feel the ground beneath his feet. But there are times when, no matter how much the earth shifts, he feels like he has to watch.

He's not sure why he always feels like he's holding his breath, waiting for the dissolution.

Yesterday went better than expected, Jungkook thinks. To see Jimin's smile as they sat on the train, taking it to the edge of the country, where they could watch the open sea and the planes taking off into the sky. Even if Jungkook knows that he wasn't able to erase all of the shadows from Jimin's mind, there are times when lifting the burden feels like enough of a success. As long as they can get to the next day, and the next still, there will come a time when all of them will be strong enough to shrug everything off, should they need. Jungkook has to believe that.

He knows that there's a bit of a risk in being out so late three nights now in a row, and he's done his best to keep a close eye on his father whenever at home, assessing his moods. This week seems to be a peaceful one, and not knowing when that grace will end, Jungkook takes advantage of it at once. He's long since learned that things like this can be unpredictable, and the only way to ensure happiness is to grasp at it whenever it's within reach.

And he is happy, enjoying the quiet companionship in Yoongi's room, hours of piano practice behind them now. They're mostly working on homework, which isn't as hard to focus on now than it was a week ago.

As being the key word.

Jungkook figures that he's finished enough for the night — he might regret later not working ahead, but for now, everything he needs to present to his teacher the next day is more or less done, and so he slides the notebook away and drops his pen with a flourish. A few steps easily carry him to the bed, and he sits down on the edge of the mattress, holding his arms out in Yoongi's direction.

"I finished, and I'd like to claim my reward," he declares softly, tilting his head with a smile.

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Even though this is the warmest Jungkook's been in a while, with Yoongi's body covering his own, Jungkook can't quite suppress the shiver that passes through his body as Yoongi's breath ghosts over his neck, kisses and words alike settling into his skin. Jungkook finds himself wanting exactly that — to get Yoongi hard again, to be soothed and taken care of. To have Yoongi's mouth, warm and wet and tight, around his cock.

"You're too good to me," Jungkook murmurs, the timbre of his voice softer, more submissive. "You take care of me better than anyone else can. You always feel so good. Your mouth just..." His chest rises and falls, a soft moan slipping between his lips as the heat starts traveling further down, following the waves of pleasure skirting down his spine and pooling low. His eyes, still heavily lidded, follow Yoongi's progression slowly, anticipating every brush of his fingers, every gently placed kiss.

Even though Jungkook's wrists burn slightly from all the movement, he can't imagine letting them down just yet.

"You don't have to," Jungkook says, quickly shaking his head. "I'm fine like this. Just seeing you... having you touch me. It's so much."

When Yoongi spends so much time hoping just to be good enough, it's strange to consider himself being too good. When Jungkook deserves everything, that doesn't seem entirely possible. Still, he thinks, he'll take it. It means he's doing something right and that's all he wants, to make Jungkook feel good. To make him happy.

If that means keeping him tied up, then that's what they'll do. Yoongi's not sure he could handle it, desperate to get his hands on Jungkook, but then, he figures, that's part of the appeal, being denied until the longing builds. It must make everything better once freedom of movement is restored. At least, he hopes it will. And he likes it from this side of things, driving Jungkook wild, watching him strain against his bonds. There are so few areas in his life where Yoongi feels in control. To be so here is a heady experience, one he knows he's going to want to repeat.

Ribbon next time. Soft pretty colors against Jungkook's wrists, maybe his ankles.

His mouth trails along Jungkook's hip, lips brushing his thigh, then back up to press a kiss to the head of Jungkook's cock. "So hard for me," he says appreciatively. "You look so good." Not yet taking him in his mouth, he licks along the underside, tongue dragging from base to tip. "Taste so good." As badly as he wants this now, he wants to hear Jungkook ask for it first.

Yoongi's touches are so light that Jungkook thinks they can hardly be classified as relief. If anything, Jungkook is pretty sure that Yoongi's intent is to tease him, lips lingering by the cut of his hip, brushing against his inner thigh. Even the press of lips against his erection is far too light, the tongue almost just as much so. Jungkook whines gently, a soft rush of breath through his nose as he cants his hips in an effort to press himself more fully against Yoongi's mouth.

It doesn't quite work, of course. He doesn't have enough freedom of movement to do what he really wants.

"Yoongi," he whimpers, lifting his hips slightly again, his heels sliding clumsily against the sheets. "Yoongi-ah, please... please, I want — I want you, I want more. Would you...?"

Jungkook licks his lips, hesitates to make an explicit request, wondering if Yoongi might know what Jungkook wants even better than he does himself. Besides, there's something about the moment, tied up as he is, that makes Jungkook feel that he doesn't have the full freedom to make a request.

But even if he doesn't express himself fully with words, Jungkook is pretty sure that there's no mistaking the reedy sound of his voice, or the way his thighs tremble whenever Yoongi's tongue passes over his skin.

It's all Yoongi needs to hear. "I like that," he says. "Please." It sounds so good, the way Jungkook's voice pitches higher, thinner, desperation practically dripping from his words. Running his hands over Jungkook's thighs soothingly, he drags the flat of his tongue over the head of his cock, eyes closing briefly at the taste of him.

Teasing is fun, especially when there's nothing Jungkook can do to retaliate, but he's waited long enough. Looking up again to meet his eyes, Yoongi lowers his head, taking him into his mouth. He sinks down as far as he can manage, moaning around him in mingled desire and relief. He's sure Jungkook has wanted this even more than he has, but it feels like he's been waiting forever to get his mouth on him again. He does his best to make it as tight as he can for Jungkook, tongue sweeping over him as Yoongi bobs his head, watching Jungkook all the while. The way his features shift as Yoongi works at him is hypnotic — beautiful, even, though Yoongi knows he's biased. He's not sure anyone could deny that there's a certain beauty to it, though, to the soft needy sounds and the relief.

Jungkook's eyes are narrowed, torn between closing them to focus fully on the sensation and wanting to watch every move Yoongi makes. In the end, he opts for the latter, lips parted and mind buzzing as he watches the deep pink of Yoongi's tongue brush over his cock, the way Yoongi's eyes flutter shut, like Jungkook's the best thing he's ever tasted. Small moans slip at every brush of Yoongi's tongue, punctuated with brief gasps whenever Yoongi switches direction, the teases building low in Jungkook's spine.

But any restraint is torn away entirely when Yoongi sinks himself down over Jungkook, lips pressed tight and tongue wet, hot, rough where it brushes over the swell of the head. "Ah, fuck," Jungkook groans, voice drawn out and rising at the end of his breath. His toes curl, knees pressed clumsily out, legs askew like the wings of a butterfly, giving Yoongi space. Keeping Jungkook's hips from bucking. He doesn't feel that he has the permission — no, doesn't feel that he can move without ruining something sacred, the fan of Yoongi's lashes serving as the curtain to Jungkook's altar.

"Please," he gasps, stuttered prayers on his lips, hands trembling as they fight against the restraints. "Please, Yoongi. You feel — please, don't stop."

Yoongi wouldn't dream of stopping now. Maybe it would be better, to draw out the teasing and keep Jungkook on edge until neither of them can take it any longer, but he can't do it. There's only so much waiting Yoongi can handle, and now that he's here, he doesn't intend to stop until he sees Jungkook fall apart completely. It's an acquired taste, but he's acquired it quickly, savoring every inch of Jungkook on his tongue, heavy and thick and entirely his.

He misses, a little, the feeling of a hand in his hair as he does this, but it's a worthwhile loss if it means he gets to see Jungkook like this instead. The way he strains and shakes, hair clinging to his damp brow, mouth open in desperate pleas, he's the most beautiful thing Yoongi's ever seen in his life. This he wants a picture of, the view he has from between Jungkook's thighs while he's sucking his cock, but nothing's ever going to do the moment justice. He'll have to settle for watching and trying to commit to memory, though he has a feeling it won't be long before they're back in this same position. At least, he hopes it won't be. They have the whole of winter break just ahead of them to revisit this and to explore other possibilities.

Yoongi is focused on the present, though, moaning as he moves a little faster. In part, he can't help it, the noises coming unbidden and instinctive, but he might be embellishing a little, knowing how good it feels when Jungkook does the same around him and how satisfying it is to hear how much he enjoys doing this. Every downward motion of his head is a challenge to himself to get as deep as he can, whining when Jungkook brushes against the back of his throat. He pulls back a little after that, devoting his attention to the head of his cock, before he tries again, whining through it, his hands rubbing soothingly over Jungkook's thighs. He can feel his own desire building again, but that's secondary at best to the way Jungkook looks right now, though Yoongi's vision is slightly blurred from rising tears.

What drives Jungkook the craziest is being restrained from giving affection, from offering Yoongi anything in return for the attention Jungkook is paid now. It feels uneven; it feels almost criminal that Yoongi should devote so much time to making Jungkook feel good, when Jungkook has no avenue for recourse. He lets out a soft, broken sob when Yoongi goes particularly deep — it's not with the ache of sadness, but instead with something deeper than gratitude. He can't remember, before Yoongi, the last time someone tended to Jungkook first, let alone only him.

Even through the haze of desire, Jungkook feels seen. Wanted and cherished. There's a tear or two that slip from the corners of his eyes; he almost curses at the bindings, wanting to hold Yoongi, wanting so desperately to kiss him, though he's not sure how well he'd be able to do so when Yoongi's mouth remains tight and hot, and his voice echoes at the back of his throat.

What pushes Jungkook over in the end is the feel of Yoongi's long fingers splayed over his thigh, rubbing in small circles, in waves and indistinct lines. There are countless ways in which Yoongi could keep himself at a distance with Jungkook so restrained — ways in which he could draw out the torture, to make Jungkook beg. Instead, even with permission granted, Yoongi never forgets that little anchor, the movement seemingly subconscious as Yoongi continues to sink himself down over Jungkook's cock, tongue swirling, lips sucking. The contrast has his nerves coiling tight, hips bucking slightly as the pleasure spikes, pulling an ache from behind the base of his spine.

"Ah... Yoongi, I — I can't — I'm gonna come," Jungkook gasps, trying and failing to keep his eyes open, lids squeezing tight until the stars bloom at the edges of his vision. He shudders through the first wave, biting down on his lower lip as a moan slips free.

There's so much Yoongi enjoys about all of this, so much he likes to hear Jungkook say. Through it all, his own name has to be one of the best sounds. There's nothing quite like hearing it like this, strained and vulnerable and needy, like Jungkook can't help saying his name as he comes. Sometimes it still feels like a novelty to be called by his name at all, but this is the way it sounds best to him.

This time, when Jungkook comes, Yoongi is a little more prepared for it. Kneading gently at Jungkook's thigh, he moans in answer, the hot, thick liquid rushing over his tongue. It's still a little overwhelming, still too much for him to handle, but he swallows as best he can, remembering too late that he wanted to pull off sooner and let Jungkook come on his face. Next time, he thinks.

Only once he's sure Jungkook is done does he draw back, wiping carefully at his eyes, come still dripping down his chin as he crawls back up the bed. He likes the way that feels, likes the way he must look, sated and debauched, still nowhere as beautiful as Jungkook, who looks utterly spent. Yoongi reaches up to touch his cheek, leans in to kiss the other one. Jungkook seems so pleasantly wrecked, and it's at once arousing and endearing; Yoongi just wants to take care of him, to coddle and soothe. "So good for me," he murmurs. "So beautiful when you come for me."

As much as he wants to just cuddle up to him now, he pulls back, edging over to the side to start untying him. "You feel okay?"

Jungkook gasps, feeling Yonogi swallow around him, his eyes peeking just in time to watch Yoongi pull away, come dripping down his chin. Even though they've been intimate a few times now, Jungkook can't help but feel stunned every time — that anyone would be so undone by pleasuring Jungkook, let alone Yoongi himself. Jungkook's arms are trembling at either side, wrists finally settling into an ache as the waves of pleasure subside. He's still panting by the time Yoongi crawls up to touch his cheek, presses a tender kiss to the one opposite, and the touches are so tender that Jungkook feels tears prickling at the corners of his eyes all over again.

He's not sure how everything ended up more emotional than he expected — like he's been stripped bare of his walls, everything left exposed.

"Always for you," he breathes, licking his lips and exhaling when Yoongi pulls away at last, leaving the air cold in his wake. His eyes closely follow long fingers loosening the ties.

"I'm okay. More than okay, really, just... a little shaky."

Yoongi works quickly at the knot at Jungkook's wrist, leaving the other end attached to his bed to be undone later. For now, he's intent on caring for Jungkook, gently lifting his hand to press a kiss to the reddened skin at his wrist. He can feel that shakiness, the slight tremble in Jungkook's arm where he holds it, bringing his hand down to rest so Yoongi can rub gently at the marks that have been left behind. "Did I take too long?" he asks. "Next time I won't tease so much."

He glances over at Jungkook, almost shy, and sets his hand down on the bed. "If you want a next time." He's pretty sure the answer is yes, but he wants to be sure that's what Jungkook wants, not to assume. He climbs carefully over him to start untying his other wrist. As much as he enjoyed teasing him, could have easily drawn it out longer, he doesn't want to do anything that tips this over from fun to uncomfortable.

When he looks back again, he realizes Jungkook's eyes are bright, glassy. Pressing a kiss to this wrist, too, he crawls back over to lay down alongside him. "You're really okay?" Just because he liked it doesn't mean it's something they ever have to do again.

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."

Yoongi wraps an arm around Jungkook, pulling him close, drawing soft circles against his back. The way Jungkook sounds now, so soft and sweet, the words he says, they pull at his heart until he can't resist leaning in for a soft kiss. "You are," he says quietly, pressing another kiss to his forehead. "I'm here. You're always safe with me." No matter what they're doing, whether they're out in the world or ensconced here in his bedroom, Yoongi wants to protect Jungkook. It doesn't matter what comes their way. He'd fight anything to keep Jungkook safe. Knowing he can give him that brings a relief and a strange kind of gratitude that sweep over him, bittersweet though it is to know there's only so much he can do. Here, at least, he can keep him safe. Here, it doesn't matter what they're doing; Jungkook's wellbeing is always going to be his first priority.

That Jungkook seems to understand that means more than he knows how to say. If they're going to keep doing these things, he thinks, then that's important. It only works if they trust each other, if Jungkook knows he's safe, no matter what they do. Drawing his hands close to his chest, he seeks out Jungkook's, pulling one of his arms close so he can rub his wrist, trying to relieve some of the chafing. "I like taking care of you. Every way that I can."

Earlier, he remembers, he said he wanted Jungkook to be his. If that's the case, then he's his responsibility, too, his to protect and to cherish, to make sure he knows how utterly loved he is.

Jungkook lets himself be pulled closer, sighs as he finally leans his head in to press kisses against Yoongi's neck, then trails them down to his collarbone, quietly offered affection. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and Jungkook finds that even that is comforting — there are no moments quite as vulnerable as this, and yet Jungkook never worries. He's content to lie there, their limbs tangled and bodies sticky, until the chill of the room forces them to get up at last.

"I know that I'm always safe with you," Jungkook murmurs, tilting his head to look up and meet Yoongi's gaze, his heart pounding as Yoongi smooths over the chafing with a gentle thumb. "I think I've always kind of known. The classroom, your living room... your bedroom. It always felt safe."

With his free hand, Jungkook smiles and skates his fingertips over Yoongi's skin, lingering on the left side of his chest, just above the heart. "But now I realize that what makes me truly safe is being here. Right in your heart."

It's one of the most romantic things Yoongi's ever heard, he thinks, and the truest. Jungkook has his heart entirely and his protection, too. He wants to be that for him, a shelter from everything else no matter where they go. As long as he's alive, he knows, he'll want that.

"It's yours." He wonders briefly if that should be frightening, to belong so wholly to someone else. There's a vulnerability in it, knowing there's one person in the world to whom he belongs so wholly. He's not afraid, though. He's happy. Jungkook is the one person he wants to be this vulnerable with. It's a relief to be this exposed, to have someone he can trust utterly with every part of him, the light and the dark both, and to know he won't be turned away for it. That he'll be loved, cherished, instead.

"I feel the same," he says softly. It's moments like this, but it's earlier, too, being able to confess to his demons and shadows in spite of how uneasy it makes him even to talk about it. He's always been afraid they'd pull away from him if they knew the truth. Knowing there's one person who won't makes that seem a little more distant a possibility. "Safe... to just be me. All that that means, the good and the bad. It's all yours."

"I want it all," Jungkook confirms with a nod, his smile fading slightly, expression solemn. Yoongi might call it good and bad, but to Jungkook, those descriptors don't feel right exactly. It's not that Yoongi has any bad parts to him — he has his struggles, just like anyone else, but none of them define him, Jungkook feels. In the same way that he's learning now that maybe the marks his stepfather leaves don't have to define him, either.

He lifts his hand, tracing Yoongi's cheek with a little more weight than usual with his arm still steeped in fatigue. With the haze of pleasure passing, Jungkook can't help but think back to the conversation they were having only minutes ago.

"Because all of it makes you the person you are," he murmurs quietly. "I wouldn't change a thing. I just want to be with you for all of it now. Every day. Every challenge." Finally, his smile widens again, a soft chuckle escaping as Jungkook wriggles closer still, turning a little to settle further on his back. "Ah, I'm being really sappy, aren't I?"

Yoongi leans his head on Jungkook's shoulder, draping an arm across his chest. and nods. "But I like it," he says. "Makes me feel safe, too. And special." He's spent so long trying so hard to hide it, letting his grumpiness be a shield for how sad he gets, cushioning the way his mind spirals by playing up his introspective side. If he's irritable without knowing why, the others just write it off as Yoongi being Yoongi. He's been sheltered from having to share it with anyone, but that's not really safety. It's just hiding.

Cuddling close, he presses small, soft kisses to Jungkook's shoulder and neck, simply because they're there and he can. It gets exhausting to hide, which only makes everything else worse. Having someone he can share this with... It has to help. He's sure of it. It won't make it stop or go away, but it has to help, because he's so often afraid he's just alone in the world or will be. Now there's no way he can believe that for long. The security of knowing he has someone who'll always be there is still strange and new, but comforting all the same.

He leans his forehead against Jungkook's cheek and sighs. "I don't think I've ever been as happy as I am with you."

Nestled together like this, Jungkook feels Yoongi's presence curled all around him, protective and tender. Nothing else can reach him. Nothing else can touch them. When Yoongi tells Jungkook how safe he feels, Jungkook feels almost everything melt away, their previous conversation only a memory for now. There will be rough days ahead, Jungkook thinks — he's not naive enough to think that there won't be. But being here for Yoongi must be better. Being able to solve so much with sheer contact alone must be a gift for both of them.

He meets the contact between forehead and cheek, purses his lips just enough so that a small tilt of Jungkook's head brings them together for a kiss. His eyes close. He focuses on the warmth, hand smoothing over skin until he's able to find the steady beat of Yoongi's heart, then down the center of his sternum, back up again.

"I know that I've never been as happy as this. Being with you. Knowing that we've got forever waiting for us," Jungkook murmurs.

Yoongi shivers a little at the touch, enjoying just how gentle Jungkook is with him. No one else is like this with him, so soft and sweet and thoughtful, so tender and loving. He brings his hand up to rest at Jungkook's cheek, tugging him closer for another kiss. They haven't had much time together like this, but it's been enough for him to know he'd stay this way forever if he could, just the two of them safe and warm with no one else to tell them what to do or think or feel, no one to hide from, being no one but themselves with all the vulnerability and love that entails.

"Forever," he agrees, voice soft, thumb brushing along the curve of Jungkook's cheek, tracing gently over the small scar there. "I want to spend my life making you happy." It won't always be that easy, he knows. Everything is wonderful now, but even true love can't make the world perfect. Everything beyond the walls of his room is still as it always was, stifling or dangerous or depressing. Happiness won't always be easy, maybe won't even be possible, but he can try. Knowing Jungkook feels the same is the most precious gift he's ever been given.

Jungkook smiles instinctively at the brush of fingers over his cheek, against the scar that used to make him self-conscious. It doesn't bother him much anymore, not after he's been shown such affection by his hyungs, many of them having brushed over it with their fingers at least once or twice. But none of the touches have been quite so tender as Yoongi's. He lets the fingers brush over his cheek a couple more times before quickly shifting his head to meet Yoongi's fingers in a kiss.

"That should be easy," he murmurs. "Just stay by my side."

No matter how difficult things may get, how dark and bleak they may feel, Jungkook knows that the sheer fact that they won't have to face anything alone is enough. Wanting to try, knowing that they're loved, it has to be enough to get them through anything.

"We should probably shower at some point," Jungkook chuckles, nuzzling into the crook of Yoongi's neck. "As much as I love when you smell like sex."

That's all Yoongi wants to do, stay by Jungkook's side. When he looks to his future now, it's the one thing that seems clear. He still hasn't figured out what studies or career he'll pursue after high school or what the rest of his future looks like, but it has Jungkook in it, alongside him as he figures out everything else, and that's enough to make it seem brighter than it ever did before. They'll have each other. That can get them through anything.

He laughs quietly. "Probably," he agrees. As much as he hates being separated, he also wants to get clean and under the covers, pleasantly tired out and ready to cuddle up for sleep. "You can make me smell like sex again later. Do you want to go first?" It would be nice just to shower together, too, though he's not sure he could withstand the temptation right now to turn that into something more than just getting clean, no matter if he's getting sleepy.

Jungkook groans when Yoongi agrees to the request, even though it was his suggestion to begin with. There's knowing that something is good in theory, but acting on it is another matter entirely. Jungkook snickers as he pushes himself onto an elbow, laughing at the way his arm trembles as it braces his weight.

"Wow, I didn't think being tied up would use so much muscle strength," Jungkook murmurs, sweeping by Yoongi's cheek with a peck before sitting up in full, grimacing at the way his skin sticks. "And yeah, I can go first. I'll hold you to that promise, though. If you sleep in a lot again, you might wake up to quite the surprise."

Jungkook grins, reaching for his shirt and boxers, slipping them quickly on and hesitating before foregoing the jeans. "I'm borrowing these again, he declares as he reaches for Yoongi's dresser, easily finding a set of pajamas. "Mine are in my backpack, if you'd like."

He scurries out before Yoongi has the time to fully respond.

"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.

Even though Jungkook's already out the door, he hears every word of Yoongi's reaction, which is enough to put him in a good mood all the way through his shower. He wonders, sometimes, if he comes off as too eager — throwing out ideas left and right. Wonders if it gives the impression that he's been thinking about intimacy for longer than he has, even though Jungkook doesn't think that Yoongi would judge him for it either way.

He keeps the water relatively lukewarm for the shower, not wanting to take up all of the hot water tank before Yoongi gets a chance to even start, closing his eyes for several seconds and simply standing under the stream. It's soothing, having the water sluice over his skin with his arms heavy at his sides, and only reluctantly does Jungkook finally open his eyes to make sure he scrubs a little more around his abdomen, around his mouth and chin, making sure that he's clean enough for bed.

Stepping into the hallway always makes him nervous; Jungkook never knows whether or not Yoongi's father is fully aware of his presence. Most of the time, it's never an issue. Tonight thankfully continues the trend, and all nerves fade away once Jungkook's back in Yoongi's room and under the approving gaze of his boyfriend.

"I'd wear your clothes every day if I had access to your closet," Jungkook points out, closing the distance and gently reaching for Yoongi's chin, tilting it up for a brief kiss. "Think anyone else would notice?"

Yoongi hums approvingly at the kiss, one hand cradling Jungkook's pajamas to his chest, the other reaching to curl in his shirt. He doesn't intend to linger long, but it's instinctive, a small way of keeping him close, though it's not like there's any need. "Maybe," he says. "Maybe I want them to." Most of their classmates would miss it, probably, but some of them might notice, and Yoongi likes the idea of it. Likes the thought that people might wonder about them or even guess. In theory, it's exciting; he wants the world to know. In practice, he knows, it might scare the shit out of him. But then what would anyone do? All they could do is make guesses.

Their friends would probably notice, but that's not a concern. It's not like they don't already have some idea of what the two of them are getting up to. They'll tease either way, and Yoongi kind of likes the teasing. It's all affectionate anyway, and there's an implicit sense of acceptance in it that makes him feel safe.

"You can if you want," he adds. "I don't mind."

Warmth floods over Jungkook's cheeks when Yoongi mentions wanting their classmates to know, wanting someone to realize if Jungkook dons Yoongi's clothes instead of his own. The thought is appealing for many of the same reasons why Jungkook enjoys having his skin marked by Yoongi, likes having something physical to broadcast their relationship. Unthinkingly, he leans in for another kiss, whining softly into the touch and bumping the tip of his nose against Yoongi's cheek.

"Maybe I want that, too," he murmurs when he pulls back, gaze scanning quickly over Yoongi's features and the smile that blooms over his face. Every time Yoongi smiles, it feels like a victory, causes Jungkook's stomach to flip pleasantly. A couple of seconds later, his own grin widens, and Jungkook takes a couple of steps in the direction of Yoongi's closet, stopped only by the hand that's still clinging to his shirt.

"I'm going to do it. I'll borrow a couple of things every time I come over, bring them back the next time."

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