There's a certain gravity in the kiss; Jungkook isn't sure whose vulnerability spurred it, or if perhaps it's a combination of them both, the need so deep that the both of them can't help but retreat into one another. He tilts his head instinctively, lips slotting easily against Yoongi's, drawing in a small breath before deepening the touch with a tongue skimming along the line of Yoongi's teeth. He feels the hem of his jacket shifting, Yoongi's palms gentle against the ache of fresh bruises, and Jungkook quickly wraps a hand around the nape of Yoongi's neck, keeping him close. Searching for the salve of his touch.

It takes a small pause for air before Jungkook murmurs, his words brushing against Yoongi's temple. "Should we head out as originally planned?"

He's torn. On the one hand, going back to their original plans feels like it might be a victory, not letting fear get the better of them living out their lives as planned. On the other, Yoongi's here, and Jungkook feels anchored by the touch of skin to skin, safe between these four walls and Yoongi's gentle hold.