Maybe he should have, but the small realization is enough to make Yoongi laugh again, chasing another kiss with laughter still on his lips. "I don't know," he teases, "the fucking's a pretty big deal." And it's not like it's only a joke. It didn't take much time for him to know he wanted to have sex with Jungkook, well before he should have let himself think about it, before it felt anything less than shameful. But actually sleeping with him was something else entirely — not just desire, but something built on love and trust, a forging of their souls into one.

He runs his hand down Jungkook's side to the small of his back, tugging him closer, hip to hip. "I mean," he says, a little slower, more serious, if still light, "it's not like it's just sex. When we're together like that..." He brushes his nose against Jungkook's cheek, presses a soft kiss to his lips. "I don't know. It's special. Right." It's just a way to express how deeply in love they've fallen, a way to make each other feel good. Love expresses itself physically in so many ways, from the way his heart races when he sees Jungkook to the way he can't get enough of how he smells. Sex is part of that. "Like I'm a part of you. Gets so I can't tell us apart."