There's a certain languidness in Yoongi's movements after he's climaxed, as though his limbs have been sapped of their strength; it triggers in Jungkook a sense of protectiveness, reaching out with his arms and folding them around Yoongi's waist as he lowers himself to the ground, the two of them now eye to eye. Jungkook follows easily when Yoongi tugs on him, sighing between kisses, a soft shiver and hum of pleasure on his lips that comes from the knowledge that Yoongi will be able to taste himself on Jungkook's tongue. He's sure that some people might notice the way they look now, flush high on their cheeks, Jungkook's own hair probably in disarray after so much tugging, but Jungkook can't bring himself to care right now, lost as he is in the satisfaction of having made Yoongi feel good.

"Love you," he whispers in return, bumping the tips of their noses together before pressing another quick kiss to Yoongi's lips. Nothing about the setting should feel romantic, toilets to either side continuing to flush, stall doors banging as they're pushed open and fall back into place. But all that Jungkook can focus on is Yoongi's smile, the slight curve of his lips, the way the corners turn up.

How he could watch that smile forever, Jungkook thinks.

There isn't long to linger before Yoongi's fingers skate across his stomach, skirting around Jungkook's waistband. Jungkook glances down briefly, then back up again, a soft and amused exhale slipping from his lips as he offers a smile, raises his brow. He's hard, there's no doubt about that, but if they don't have the time to address it now, Jungkook isn't terribly concerned.

But he's also not sure he'd be averse to trying, if Yoongi's in the mood.