Letting Jungkook nudge him onto his back, Yoongi laughs. "I'll let you do whatever you want to me," he says, "but I draw the line at being eaten. Come here." He wraps his arms more firmly around Jungkook, pulling him close, enjoying the warm weight on top of him and the laughter in Jungkook's voice. After the solemnity of earlier and the way he sounded near tears just moments ago, it's such a relief to hear. This is what he wants, Yoongi realizes. This is the goal. Not just to be happy, but to bring happiness back when it flickers and fades, when the world around them threatens to put out the spark.

"I'd give you my soap and shampoo," he adds, "but I like the way you smell already." He barely even wears the pajamas Jungkook gave him, not wanting them to smell too much of himself. He just keeps them close on the night when Jungkook isn't here and he has trouble sleeping. Even his other pillow is starting to smell of Jungkook.

Running his hands over Jungkook's side and up along his back, he sighs, quietly content.