"Y'know, I am all prepped here," Jungkook points out, half-joking as he arches his body against Yoongi's, nose wrinkling slightly when the stickiness of their skin prevents the smooth glide he'd pictured in his mind. But maybe that's part of the appeal of love, Jungkook thinks. Before the two of them dated, it had been so easy to drum up the perfect image of a relationship in his mind, both of them completing each other's sentences, soft kisses perfectly aligned. But now Jungkook finds that it's the little imperfections that make their love feel so real, whether that comes in the form of clammy, post-sex skin, or teeth accidentally knocking in the midst of fervor, or the way his arm falls asleep when Yoongi's head rests on Jungkook's shoulder for too long.

It's the little things that he can laugh at, time and time again.

Still, maybe it's good that the tension was so easily broken this time. As much as Jungkook likes to think that he has the endurance to go for half a dozen orgasms if put to the task, he's pretty sure their time in Busan is better spent on more than just a sex marathon in the hotel room. (If they really felt a need for that back home, they could always book a love hotel for the evening there too, covering for themselves with some type of vague excuse.)

Jungkook leans up, pressing a soft kiss to the small birthmark on Yoongi's cheek. "I don't think it'd be that hard to see how it'd help me focus in class. Hard seat, sore ass. What's that they say in English? No pain, no gain." Jungkook declares, brushing a hand up until his fingertips meet baby fine hairs by Yoongi's temple.