Jungkook's fingers spread underneath the hem of Yoongi's shirt, greedy and insistent as they smooth over his skin, nails scraping before his open palms soothe over Yoongi's spine. "Whenever I heard a little kid running past us, I thought maybe he'd like, peek underneath the stall door," Jungkook snickers, his cheeks flushing at the memory. Out of anyone who could have stumbled across them, Jungkook thinks that kids would have been the only ones that might cause any level of remorse on his end. Adults would have been more belligerent, might have created more of a concrete consequence, but it probably isn't appropriate for kids to bear witness to the kind of intimacy they shared in the stall.

Kisses are one thing. Holding hands — Jungkook would be happy to expose kids to that much, to put into their minds the fact that people of all genders can love one another. But blowjobs are another thing altogether.

"That was fucking hot, though. I can see why people hook up in bar bathrooms now," Jungkook muses to himself, leaning back against the wall as he shimmies his hips against Yoongi's. "Once I'm of age..."