Jungkook groans as soon as Yoongi's made the suggestion, biting back laughter as he shakes his head, even as he refuses to take even a single step back, unwilling to relinquish the closeness. It's always tempting to retreat somewhere private with Yoongi. Maybe in a few years, he'll look back on this period with amusement — maybe they will no longer ache for that physical closeness in the way they do now, as adolescents who are experiencing that high for the first time. But for now, it's so tempting to take the opportunity whenever it presents himself; Jungkook can already feel his heart start to race, wanting.

"I'm sure," he murmurs, tilting his chin up so that he can brush his nose against Yoongi's forehead, tracing it along the side to his temple. "I'll stay up all night with you if we need to make up for lost time, but... god, Yoongi."

He drops his hand briefly, skimming along Yoongi's side. They're still clad in jackets for the time being to fend off the winds of early spring, but he lets the touch linger regardless, light and teasing.

"Okay. Okay," Jungkook laughs. "Let's go."