This moment is such a sudden turn from the heated tangle of their limbs only seconds ago, and yet to Jungkook, the transition is seamless. Natural. Because what else could he want now, other than to have Yoongi's arms around him, shielding him from anything and everything in the world that might be less than what Jungkook wants. The universe has sized itself down to the weight and warmth of them here, in this bed, and Jungkook buries his nose against Yoongi's chest, eyes fluttering to a close as he inhales deep. Yoongi smells — somehow always like the piano, Jungkook thinks. Older than his years, wiser, well loved.

He sighs.

"I got really lucky," he mumbles, nuzzling his face closer still to Yoongi's chest, trying to hide the way his cheeks burn in embarrassment. "Not like I did anything to deserve — the person I looked up to most — knowing you like this, it's really... like winning the lottery. No, more than that. Kind of like it was just meant to be. Us finding each other."