"I'm pretty sure I'd enjoy just about any type of sex with you," Jungkook says flatly, letting out a soft sigh when Yoongi's palm starts to travel further up his side. It's the kind of touch that's practically thoughtless — just another reminder of how easily the two of them are drawn to one another, how comfortable it is simply to have Yoongi near. "Even stuff that we don't like as much is probably still the best thing ever when it's with you. Like beach sex with all the sand — bet it'd still be the best. Even if we tried something and didn't get it right the first time, it'd still be good. Min Yoongi can do no wrong."

Perhaps his claims are getting more outlandish by the second, aided by that constant rush of serotonin, but if there's a time to be foolishly in love, this weekend seems to be it. Jungkook takes a moment to wriggle, settling deeper against the sheets and barely suppressing the desire to wrinkle his nose over the clamminess of their skin. Instead, he reaches up to trace Yoongi's features with his fingertips, lingering by the curve of his lashes, the corner of his smile.

"I don't think I've ever been happier than I am today," Jungkook murmurs.