Jungkook doesn't say anything to the rest of the adjectives that Yoongi runs through, but he doesn't have to. When Yoongi looks up, there's a soft awe in Jungkook's expression that says more than enough. If, for just one moment, he understands how Yoongi sees him, how precious and loved he is, then that's enough. He'll spend his whole life trying to fill their world with those moments. Jungkook's spent too long not seeing himself the way Yoongi does, not loving himself like Yoongi does.

"I love you," he murmurs, opening the bottle and quickly coating his fingers with lube. He wishes he were better with his words, that he could list off occasions and incidents that would help Jungkook to believe, the way Jungkook has done for him in the past. Frankly, everything's a little hazy, though, the air thick and charged with desire, and he's not much of a talker at his most coherent. Teasing a finger in slow circles around Jungkook's asshole, he presses more kisses to his thigh, slowly, gently working his way inside. As much as he can tell that Jungkook wants this, he's not about to rush him through this. The last thing he wants is for any of this to hurt. Carefully fingering Jungkook, he kisses the base of his cock, trace his tongue along a vein. "You have me. I'm here."