How it's possible for Jungkook to be both hot and soothing at the same time, Yoongi isn't sure, but he finds comfort in it all the same. Likewise, the prospect of having his cock sucked in public is at once nervewracking and powerfully arousing, though the latter wins out as Jungkook sinks to his knees. No one's going to go around looking under the doors of closed stalls and people are busy with their own lives; no one cares what anyone else is up to, even if they could hear anything beneath running water and the hum of hand dryers. Besides, it's hard to overthink things when Jungkook touches him. Everything seems so much simpler at a time like this. Maybe that's foolish, maybe he should be more worried, but how is he supposed to care? Jungkook kneels in front of him, kisses him, and Yoongi can feel the way he responds as much as he can see it, already half hard in Jungkook's hand.

He's wanted to do this so many times before, never much caring which of them was doing what, the prospect of sucking Jungkook off as exciting as this is. It just isn't feasible at school, with too little time available before their teachers start to wonder why they're taking so long, and classmates pay closer attention than strangers do. In those cases, logic and nerves always won out over desire. Here, though, there's nothing to hold them back.

Reaching out, Yoongi runs his fingers gently through Jungkook's hair, mouthing I love you. Gazing down, he swallows hard, willing himself to breathe quiet and even. Even so, the soft press of lips, warm and sweet against his length, leaves his breath catching in his throat.