It is true, admittedly. Yoongi's never liked crowds. They bothered him less when he was a kid, but the older he gets, the more he prefers the intimacy of smaller groups, happier with just the seven of them or, sometimes better still, just two. He doesn't have the mental bandwidth for large groups of people or the energy to last long around them without growing grumpy at best, and that was true well before they first kissed. Still, it doesn't help. How is he supposed to put up with all kinds of annoying people when they're keeping him from cuddling up with Jungkook?

Well, usually, at least. Jungkook's words send a thrill down Yoongi's spine, twisting as he tugs him closer, a soft gasp on his lips. "You'd better not," he says, chasing a brief kiss. "That was fucking hot." Even if he was a little nervous they might get caught, there was a certain frisson of excitement, too, in the possibility. They would have been in serious trouble and he'd never want to get caught, let alone to do anything that might out them, but he can't pretend the slight edge of danger in it wasn't kind of a turn on, too. Or maybe it's not even the danger itself; maybe it's just knowing they want each other so badly they don't care about the risks. Whatever it is, he likes it, more than he would have expected. He steps forward, nudging Jungkook back until his back's against the wall of the narrow entryway to their room. "And it's not like anyone saw us."