"Good. I'll consider that your permission to continue grabbing that ass whenever I've got a chance, even if the other hyungs are present," Jungkook declares, chuckling and instinctively turning his head when he feels the weight of Yoongi's on his shoulder. He plants a kiss atop Yoongi's head, nuzzling slightly between soft strands of hair, his eyes briefly fluttering to a close at the pleasant tickling sensation against his nose.

In the few moments that the elevator is all theirs, Jungkook takes a deep breath, enjoying the muted scent of Yoongi's shampoo and, underneath it, the scent that's altogether and uniquely Yoongi's. They spend enough time together and trade clothes so frequently that it's rare for Jungkook to go long without it, but it's never better than during moments like this that the two of them have to themselves, when there's no weight of unwanted attention, no need to keep senses on alert in case they quickly need to hide.

"You're all mine," Jungkook murmurs happily to himself, smile broadening as the elevator rings to signal their floor.