Yoongi is fairly convinced that, of the two of them, Jungkook is more attractive. Maybe it's just personal bias, because it's harder to imagine himself as beautiful, even when he's confident enough in his looks; maybe he just sees something so many others seem to miss. But then, he's sure the same is true for Jungkook, that he sees in Yoongi what Yoongi can't see for himself. Who's more beautiful doesn't really matter. All that really counts, Yoongi thinks, is hearing those words and the soft, loving ache in Jungkook's voice and knowing how fervently he means it. Comparison is meaningless. It's enough — it's everything — just to know how much he's loved and adored.

"Biased," he teases, nipping at Jungkook, though there's a softness in his gaze, a fondness in his voice. He swats gently at Jungkook's hip. "Turn over for me?" He wants to try something, to taste him, and it won't be easy with Jungkook on his back. Besides, he didn't think to bring a blindfold or anything that could be used as one, and anticipation is half the fun of keeping Jungkook tied up like this. Even as he waits, he can't stop touching him, easing back to sit on his knees out of the way while his hands run over every bit of skin he can reach.