Fucking adorable is probably the best way to put it, Jungkook thinks. They're going to be that couple that would irritate everyone endlessly, if not for the fact that they're also charismatic and sociable — the couple that everyone resents for experiencing such a smooth, easy relationship with someone they're so deeply in love with. Jungkook himself has never been resentful of such couples, but he's pretty sure that's only because they're still young, they're still of an age where the possibilities in front of them seemed endless. In another decade, their peers might be a little more jaded.

He's quickly distracted from the thought when Yoongi's fingers sneak under the hem of his shirt, pushing up the fabric and pulling it over Jungkook's head. The sleeves and cuffs tighten slightly around Jungkook's wrists when Yoongi gives the shirt a deliberate tug and twist, almost creating makeshift handcuffs in the process. Jungkook's cheeks color immediately, his heart skipping a beat as he lets himself be tugged along towards the bed.

"Wherever Min Yoongi goes, Jeon Jungkook follows," Jungkook murmurs with a soft smile, casting a slightly bashful glance at the ground. As soon as he's sat on the mattress, Yoongi pulls away, but Jungkook holds himself impossibly still, not making a single move to shift the shirt that's bunched around his wrists.

Distantly, he wonders if there's anything else that Yoongi packed for this purpose, though there's also something appealing about working with what they've got.