If Jungkook could arrive through the sheer weight of emotions alone, he thinks that he'd be coming now, the flush on his body spreading and spreading with every compliment that falls from Yoongi's lips. It rushes across his skin like the spread of a fire — Jungkook can hardly breathe for his disbelief. Beautiful? Thoughtful, generous. Good. Jungkook feels himself blink in disbelief at all of it, too many years spent under the judgment of his stepfather, the words from his lips a stark contrast to those he hears now. It makes Jungkook feel more than a little undeserving of this, of how wildly happy he is. Perfect isn't a word that he uses often, but he thinks that it's well reserved for moments like this, wrapped up in the arms of the boy he's loved for so long.

"Ridiculously horny," Jungkook laughs, arching his back slightly, his hair mussed and messy against the pillowcase. "That one. That one, I — fuck, Yoongi, I want you. Want you, want you, love you."

He's too chatty for his role, but Jungkook thinks that maybe those boundaries have relaxed a little just now anyway, the both of them forthcoming with emotions that crash through in waves. He feels Yoongi's love in every kiss, in the heat of his tongue — "Ah," Jungkook gasps, his fingers curling instinctively, wanting to tug at Yoongi's hair. "Love you, I love you so much. Want you."