Yoongi laughs, eyes bright, a flicker of desire tugging at him, warring with thoughts of food. Later, he promises himself. They'll have all night together, plenty of time to be intimate. It doesn't stop him wanting Jungkook to keep touching him, kissing him, but clearly they both need dinner. They'll want energy for later anyway.

"Extremely boring," he says, grinning. They've had plenty of excitement, good and bad. It'd be nice to sink into a sedate old age after a lifetime of adventures. He tilts his head up, chases another kiss, as he fumbles behind him for the shampoo. "And we are waiting. First good grades, then you fuck me." Though saying it sends a little shiver of want through him, Yoongi is resolute. "We can do other things." He nudges Jungkook carefully back, uncapping the shampoo and squeezing some into his hand before putting it aside so he can reach up and scrub it into Jungkook's hair. "But we're getting real food before you eat me up."