Yoongi stifles a laugh, leaning over to press a quick kiss to Jungkook's cheek. "I'll remember that," he says, lightly teasing. He can't imagine where on earth he would get handcuffs, but it's still information worth tucking away for later. He can figure it out. They don't sound as comfortable as ribbon, but, really, the ribbon is more for his benefit than Jungkook's, both aesthetically and for giving him at least the illusion of not hurting Jungkook. But maybe he'd like that, the cold metal biting into his wrists.

"I don't think we're capable of going a full day without being at least a little," he admits, ducking his head. He can't help it. There's nothing wrong with being ridiculously attracted to his boyfriend, even if they don't get a chance to act on it. How's he supposed to help it? They're young and in love and Jungkook is hot as fuck.