When Yoongi leans into the kiss without pause, Jungkook exhales, relaxing his shoulders and wrapping his free arm around Yoongi's back, long fingers skirting underneath the hem of Yoongi's shirt to brush over warm skin. It never takes much to stoke the fire; already, the feel of hands brushing up his chest and the weight of arms settling on top of Jungkook's shoulders are enough to draw a hum from his lips, low and rough. By the time they pull apart, Jungkook finds that his breath is just as ragged and uneven, yearning for more kisses to mask the sharp ache in his chest.

"I know," Jungkook breathes instead, brows knit tightly as he nudges his nose against Yoongi's, leaning in to share breath. His lips move noiselessly, feeling the shape of words that don't quite seem to fit. Jungkook smooths both of his hands down Yoongi's side, then around to the small of his back, biting clumsily on his lower lip. "Don't apologize, I... sometimes I feel like you're the only one who really does."

His eyes slide to a close at the feel of Yoongi's hand against his neck, feeling the strength wax and wane between them. Feeling his own balance tip towards Yoongi, leaning on him as soon as Yoongi's found purchase.

"We'll be okay," Jungkook nods, voice a little wet.