How anyone can be so beautiful, Yoongi doesn't know. Jungkook's expression contorts as he comes, and there's a sense of pride that floods through Yoongi, a pleasure of his own. He swallows what he can, pulling back slowly to lick his lips and wipe the back of his hand against his chin, gaze never leaving Jungkook. They should get out of here, but he wants to give him a minute or two to recover first.

Standing carefully, he taps his foot against the ground, trying to rid it of pins and needles as he pulls Jungkook close, arms wrapping around his waist as Yoongi presses a kiss to his cheek. He wants so much to say how he loves him, but he resists, just for now, still doing his best to stay quiet.