If Yoongi were the kind to cry much, he'd cry now, probably, overcome by the sheer loveliness of being so loved. As it is, he closes his eyes and lets it sweep over him, waves of warmth and gratitude — toward whom, he doesn't know. Toward Jungkook, for loving him, mostly. Toward whatever brought them ineffably together. He drapes his arm across Jungkook's waist and tilts his head in search of Jungkook's lips, rolling halfway onto him as they kiss.

Some other time, he might actually ask how and why, but right now, it doesn't matter, all those edges and fears worn down by a day of basking in the feeling of being adored. Instead, he just kisses him, sweet and deep as if that in itself could be enough to convey all the things he feels.

"Never," he says, half-agreement, half-plea. "Not allowed to stop. I'll never love anyone but you."