"Everything reminds me of sex," Jungkook blurts out, pausing only briefly before nodding his head in confirmation. It's not entirely untrue. It's been months since their first kiss, but Jungkook still finds his mind constantly wandering to Yoongi no matter the time of day — time apart is spent pining, and time together is even more intense, he's found, with his eyes constantly trained on every detail of Yoongi's face. Maybe not every waking moment is actually spent thinking about sex, but it is always fixated on the realm of intimacy, be it between the sheets or the simplicity of their fingers entwined. "I mean, I'm always... you've seen my notebooks." Jungkook's ears flare red. Sometimes he tries to be more discreet about their relationship, not wanting to invite any more negative attention than they already receive for being a wayward bunch, but it's hard. His notes are littered with little sketches, mostly a haphazard series of Yoongi's hands, his eyes, his lips.

"If I'm going to be daydreaming about you constantly, it might as well be about things that I won't get without making the grades," he shrugs, yelping when Yoongi's palm smacks against his ass. Caught between indignation and interest, Jungkook's lower lip juts out in a pout, and he lingers for a few seconds before wriggling towards the edge of the mattress. Loathe though he is to leave the bed, Jungkook knows he'll regret it if he lets himself fall asleep now; he's pickier about the state of his linens than he likes to admit.

Once his feet meet the ground, it takes only a couple of steps for Jungkook to swing around to the bathroom. Considering the price of the hotel, it looks surprisingly clean and roomy, enough space to readily fit the two of them. Stepping inside, Jungkook traces his finger along the edge of the mirror, wondering if it'll fog up too quickly to get a good view of the pair of them together.