All the previous times they've had sex, there's been space and time to recuperate. Jungkook's grown accustomed to luxuriating in the afterglow, often letting himself be lulled to sleep in the protection of Yoongi's arms. Right now, there's none of that, and Jungkook nearly laughs to himself as he leans against the stall wall again, breathing through the buzzing sensation that lies barely under his skin. He rubs at the back of his neck, waiting for a while longer before flushing the toilet again and emerging.

Tempted though he is to take the sink next to Yoongi's, Jungkook heads instead for the other end of the row, smiling at his own reflection in the mirror. To him, the swell of his lips is obvious, but to anyone else, Jungkook thinks he looks relatively tame. Maybe a little warm, given the temperature outside.

He washes his hands, then leans down to splash his face, just in case, using some of the residual dampness to smooth through his hair. If anyone noticed the both of them, no one's acting on it or confronting them, and Jungkook can't help the amused grin that settles on his lips.