"Yeah, okay, good grades before fucking buhmph—" Jungkook mumbles, grinning into the kiss as he nudges his hips up against Yoongi's, hands shifting down until he can cup Yoongi's ass, squeezing either cheek in his palms. "But eating you out, eating you out isn't fucking, right? You've only yourself to blame for giving me ideas." He squeezes both eyes tightly shut at the sensation of fingertips scrubbing at his scalp, the foam tickling his skin as it slides with the spray of the shower. Even without being able to see, Jungkook finds himself easily drawn into Yoongi's orbit, never straying far.

Still, as much as Jungkook enjoys being close to Yoongi, the proximity does nothing for the rumbling of his stomach. It growls on cue, louder than a moment ago, and Jungkook leans in to nip at Yoongi's lower lip.

"...though real food does sound kinda good," he relents, squinting and blinking the shampoo out of his eyes.