When Yoongi beckons, Jungkook easily throws his leg over to straddle him on both sides, carefully lowering his weight until they're pressed hip to hip. The heel of his palm sinks a touch into the bed, helping to keep Jungkook propped high, his expression softening as soon as he gets a better look at Yoongi's face. His lips press together in a small smile as his free hand skates over Yoongi's skin, fingertips gently nudging his hair to the side, running along the line of his jaw. There have been a couple of times when Yoongi's sent him pictures from this angle; maybe that's part of why Jungkook loves being in this position as much as he does.

The real thing is so much better.

"I don't think it's your soap and shampoo I'm attracted to," Jungkook points out, fingers now roaming by Yoongi's collarbone, nudging his shirt out of the way. "It's what's underneath all of that. Just — I don't know. The boyish smell? Does that even make sense?"