Yoongi watches him, taking in the flush that colors Jungkook's cheeks, curving up to the tips of his ears, and smiles, almost shy himself. It's not just that it's flattering, being the subject of that kind of attention and devotion. It's that it's somehow awe-inspiring, another reminder of how ardently he's loved. If they had a little more privacy, he'd kiss Jungkook for it. Instead he just smiles and squeezes his hand.

And sputters a little at the idea of posing naked. Which is silly, he tells himself, because he's been naked in front of Jungkook a hundred times or more now. But then, it's always been when they've been intimate, utterly caught up in each other. Simply sitting and letting Jungkook map out his body on the page seems more exposed somehow, as if he might more easily catalog Yoongi's flaws that way.

Still, better just Jungkook than an actual art class.

"Yeah, I think you mentioned something about cuddling," he points out, turning in the direction of the hotel as he turns the thought over in his head. "I could do that. Posing, I mean. If you want me to."