Jungkook snickers when Yoongi concedes the point about his ass, always pleased when Yoongi goes along with his jokes and teasing. Now that they're on their floor, the likelihood of running into anyone else seems low enough that Jungkook is comfortable leaning over and pressing a lingering kiss to Yoongi's temple. He might be the younger of the two, but in quiet moments like these, sometimes Jungkook feels a wave of protectiveness wash over him — spurred, he imagines, by the quiet trust that Yoongi places in him. The vulnerability that Yoongi exposes in himself, which Jungkook only began to see in full once the two of them were dating.

Once the both of them pull up to the door of their room, Jungkook takes a half-step back and lets Yoongi lead the way, partly as an excuse to linger behind and grab at Yoongi's ass with a carefully obscured hand. He presses his lips together, humming to himself as he takes the opportunity to knead and pinch. Yoongi's butt has always struck him as inexplicably cute.

"I consider your ass to be among my most prized possessions," Jungkook jokes, leaning in shortly after to bury his nose in Yoongi's hair again, gradually making up for all the time spent at a careful distance while they were out in public. "How did I get so lucky? A question I ask myself every day."