Yoongi's permission is enough for Jungkook to smile, wide and bright — almost enough to interrupt the kiss the Yoongi presses to his lips. Instinctively, Jungkook's hand shifts to cradle around the back of Yoongi's neck, fingertips briefly massaging against his hairline before Jungkook draws his palms down against Yoongi's chest, along his sides, until he's able to hook his thumbs underneath Yoongi's waistband.

They've never given themselves permission to be quite as bold as this, to go any further than a kiss when they're able to hear people milling about around them. The excitement is enough to spur Jungkook on, nerves mingling with desire as he tilts his head and leans in to lightly scrape teeth against Yoongi's neck, fingers fumbling with the button of Yoongi's jeans and carefully nudging the fabric down to rest by his thighs. Jungkook takes Yoongi's length gently in hand, cradling the warmth as he laves his tongue over Yoongi's skin.

Want you, Jungkook mouths against Yoongi's skin, hand squeezing from base to tip as he starts to lower himself closer to the floor, sparing a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure no one's looking. The gap underneath the stall walls is thankfully low, not much to be seen unless one purposefully leans down to try. Both of the adjacent stalls look empty, freeing Jungkook to glance back up, tracing his gaze over the veins along Yoongi's cock.

He leans in, pressing a kiss against the soft skin.