Jungkook could spend hours like this, he's pretty sure, with his limbs gently tangled in Yoongi's own, their lips parting in time, each touch soft and yielding. Yoongi's love is communicated with every sense — the soft brush of fingers, the tempo of his breaths, the taste of his lips, dark eyes under fanned lashes. Nothing more needs to be said, but still the words fall from Jungkook's lips at every pause.

"I love you."

Just because he can.

"I love you, Min-ah."

Every day, it's harder to remember what life was like before this — how his heart ached with anything more than the simple yearning for Yoongi's arms.

Jungkook sighs, ducking down to inhale against Yoongi's shirt, eyes lazily blinking open.

"I should have come here right away," he murmurs.