Yoongi closes his eyes, a soft, pleased sound slipping out. They're hardly poets, either of them, not always great with words, but Jungkook is miles better with them than he is. Somehow he always knows exactly how to make Yoongi weak in the knees. They're so close, it wouldn't take much to close the space between them, turn this into a kiss. With the soft heat of Jungkook's breath against his lips, he can almost feel it.

"Are you sure you don't want to just go back to the room?" he asks, only half-joking. His thoughts whirl with the words, with the image of all the times Jungkook has stretched out on desks or propped himself up on the bench beside Yoongi to listen to him play. All the times he tried to say how much he loved him through the keys, even before they started dating. It would be very silly just to go back to the room when they have a whole city to see, though. "You're making it very tempting."