There's always a bit of warring in Jungkook's mind between wanting to clean himself up and wanting to savor the afterglow. It won't be long before their skin turns clammy, and come isn't exactly pleasant once it's drying. But when Jungkook closes his eyes, the scale seems to tip much more easily in favor of staying in bed — the sheets will get changed tomorrow morning anyway, and there's something heady about smelling sex all over Yoongi. With his vision still obscured, Jungkook traces his fingertips along the curve of Yoongi's shoulder, back to the shoulder blades, down along his spine, enjoying all the freedom of touch and movement that he had been denied only minutes before.

"I wouldn't have been able to do it with anyone else," Jungkook muses to himself. "I won't want to do it with anyone else, ever. It's... I don't know, it's still probably kind of messed up that I like this stuff, right? It's not just about the head rush, though. I think some of why I like it so much is — when it gets hard to breathe, you start seeing all of these sparks at the corner of your vision. So many colors that you can't get by painting on canvas. And then things start to seem darker, but it's not scary, it's... kind of like that moment before you fall asleep. So you're lying there, and you're so turned on, but you're also calm and you know that no matter what happens, the last thing you'll see right then is the face of the person you love most."

He turns, blindly seeking out Yoongi's lips, hitting them slightly off-center with a kiss.