Jungkook's breath catches in his throat when he feels the softest brush of Yoongi's lips to his palms, light enough that it barely even tickles, though somehow the contact seems to sear itself into Jungkook's awareness nonetheless. Even if Yoongi didn't already express so constantly with his words, the touch alone would be enough to convince Jungkook of how much he's loved — and that, in turn, makes it easy for Jungkook to open himself up to Yoongi, easy to put his own life into Yoongi's hands. Beyond the trust inherent in the exchange, there's also a relief for Jungkook as well. He doesn't have to overthink every choice, every action. He can trust Yoongi to lead him the right way.

Not that there's much of any possibility of this weekend going wrong, Jungkook thinks, at least certainly not while they're within the boundaries of the four walls here. They chose this space for the safety it offers, the privacy that they never otherwise get to experience. Here, Jungkook doesn't have to hold back when Yoongi overwhelms him, doesn't have to stifle his voice. No one's going to interrupt them. There's no judgment.

There's only the two of them.

Jungkook shakes his head, eyes never leaving Yoongi's gaze. "It's perfect," he murmurs, his body already starting to relax, starting from the wrist and letting his arm lie slack. "Feels really nice."