Jungkook's voice is hushed, almost muffled by the water, and it doesn't matter. Yoongi hears enough, feels enough, to understand. Jungkook holds him so soft, so close, like he's unbearably precious, his lips so gentle on Yoongi's skin. For a moment, he's overwhelmed all over again, afraid he'll start shaking with it. It feels like more than he should get to have, something this good, this right. He's nothing. He's been nothing for so long, and Jungkook comes along and makes him feel like everything.

He's so safe, so loved. He's never been this safe in his whole life.

"'m yours," he murmurs, shifting in Jungkook's arms. It's awkward, his fingers tracing irregularly over Jungkook's hips as he turns his head enough to press his lips to Jungkook's cheeks, and he doesn't care. He lifts a hand to the back of Jungkook's head instead, trying to urge him into a real kiss. He's pretty sure there's still soap in his hair and he must look incredibly stupid and he really should be helping Jungkook get cleaned up, too, they should both be hurrying and figuring out dinner, but he doesn't care. Okay, he cares about food, he is a little hungry, but not enough for it to matter right now. He just wants to kiss his boyfriend, a little whine working its way out of his throat before he finally finds Jungkook's lips with his own. "Can we just live here?" He's joking, mostly, a little wistful, a little embarrassed by his own desperation. Still, it's hard not to wish for it.