On any other occasion, Jungkook might feel embarrassed about how quickly he's about to come, but this time he thinks he can probably be forgiven for it — when simply sucking Yoongi off in this bathroom got him so close, when their surroundings only serve to further set his nerves alight. His lips are parted, jaw slightly slack as he glances down at Yoongi, just in time to watch the elder's gaze rise and meet his own. There's so much in a gaze, Jungkook thinks, and it seems almost selfish that this view will only ever be his. That no one else will ever get to see Yoongi like this, utterly devoted, skin flushed and almost aglow in the soft light.

Min-ah, Jungkook mouths, the edge of Yoongi's name a soft whine on his breath as he buckles forward, feeling himself come against the soft heat of Yoongi's tongue. He gasps sharply, one hand in Yoongi's hair and the other dropping to his shoulder as Jungkook leans forward, wave after wave of the orgasm cresting over him until he finally slumps against the wall, thighs trembling with the effort to keep himself upright.