Jungkook can't even bring himself to look sheepish when Yoongi points out that he's very aware of the fact that Jungkook sneaks pictures. Maybe Yoongi would feel less welcoming if he knew just how often Jungkook does it — how at least half of the pictures in Jungkook's phone are of Yoongi, ranging from poorly lit pictures of him dozing off to the blurry expanse of his shoulders, caught while they're on one of their walks. It's all the little moments that Jungkook finds himself greedy to capture, the moments that he knows himself to usually take for granted.

The everyday existence that will be fuzzy to him in a year or two.

Having permission to continue taking such pictures is a relief; Jungkook wonders if he'll be more forward with it now, grab candids whenever the mood strikes.

For now, he closes his eyes to the feel of fingers tracing down the line of his jaw, and purses his lips just enough to capture the press of Yoongi's. He sighs through his nose, heartbeat already quickening as he returns Yoongi's kiss.

"I love you," he breathes, fingertips skating down Yoongi's sternum, catching on the fabric of his shirt.