"Just because I'm biased doesn't mean I'm wrong," Jungkook says, and where he might normally raise his chin in defiance, now he lowers it almost in worship, though a smile teases at his lips all the same. There probably isn't any convincing Yoongi of the level of beauty that Jungkook sees in him — Yoongi has a way of underestimating himself, of denying compliments that go too far. It isn't that Yoongi necessarily lacks all confidence, but he still has a way of diminishing his own reflection, as far as Jungkook can tell.

He hopes that that will change with time.

Blinking at Yoongi's request, Jungkook tilts his head briefly in curiosity before complying, licking his lips as he turns and realizes, suddenly, how this new position is still more vulnerable than those which came before. From here, Jungkook can't even watch Yoongi, save for the slight shadow that casts over the rumpled sheets; instead, he's forced to rely on touch as an anchor, shivering at the feather light glances of Yoongi's fingertips over his skin.

"Like this?" he whispers, sliding his knees slightly apart as he settles, back arched in anticipation.