If he's not careful, Yoongi thinks he might start fucking purring like one of those cats Seokjin's always comparing him to, positively luxuriating in the attention. It's not even like it's new. Jungkook is always attentive and considerate, always sweet to him. But he's right, too, the circumstances are better than usual, and he feels like he has room to breathe. They play at it being just them all the time, turning the hours Yoongi used to spend alone in the house into something brighter, more pleasantly domestic, but there's nothing to pretend at here. All he has to do is let himself just be.

Someday they won't need to go away for the weekend to have this. Even then, though, Yoongi thinks they will. He likes it too much. Even when they have their own place, it'll be nice to be able to take vacations — not just to Busan, but farther, Europe, like they've talked about. However hard he has to work to make that happen, he will.

Closing his eyes, he takes in a slow, deep breath. It comes out again in a soft hum as he presses back into Jungkook. "Not that we have to leave Seoul for me to blow you in public," he says, lazily wry. Now that they've gotten away with it once, he thinks he might find himself bolder in the future, as long as they aren't too close to home. "But yeah, this is... I really like this. And that feels nice."