Yoongi shifts underneath him, head tipping to the side as he enjoys the gentle touch. "Mm," he says. "Yeah, makes sense." He likes the things layered over Jungkook's scent, too, but it's what's underneath it that he loves, the smell that's purely Jungkook. It stands to reason that Jungkook would feel the same about Yoongi.

Hand lifting to comb through Jungkook's hair, he tugs him closer, head lifting to catch his mouth in a quick kiss. Falling back against the pillow again, he grins. "Harder for me to give you that, though." Even if he could, he thinks, the real joy of it is having Jungkook close, being able to bury his face against the other boy's skin and breathe him in. Nothing else is the same. One day, though, he reminds himself. One day, they'll live together and there won't be a day they don't get to have that.