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There are times, Jungkook thinks, when unexpected changes in plan work out for the best. Giving up on the idea of Busan during winter break wasn't the easiest choice at the time — Jungkook had expected it to be the highlight of their winter, and giving into the pressure of Yeongwook's blackmailing hurt on multiple levels. But distance seemed safest. Planning, biding their time, having Jungkook carefully siphon a portion of his allowance over to Yoongi for safekeeping, every passing day made the trip feel more viable again, until the two of them suddenly realized that Yoongi's birthday would be an easy occasion to leave for, and that was that.

They've picked up memories along the way. The first night Jungkook had Yoongi stay over. The first dinner together with his mother, with her offering countless thanks for helping her youngest with his studies. A trip out to a nameless beach, all seven of them together, huddled and bracing against the last of the winter winds.

Getting to March isn't as difficult as Jungkook expected it to be, and now that they're here, the wait has made everything all the sweeter.

He takes countless pictures with his camera — of their seats together on the train, of the little box meals they buy from the lady with the cart. Of the ramyeon they buy an hour later, when it's clear that the box meals are more packaging than substance.

Of Yoongi, staring out the window of the train car, a soft smile on his face.

At first, Jungkook struggled with the idea of spending much of Yoongi's birthday on the train, but the trip to Busan takes several hours at best, which would have required missing class on Friday. Seeing Yoongi's peaceful expression on the train helps to set a little of that regret to rest, as does the stifled laughter they share as they stumble down the hall to their room in the hotel.

"Hotel Elysee," Jungkook says with a flourish as he waits for Yoongi to swipe their room key. "Is that, like, French?"

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Jungkook lets out a small noise of surprise and contentment alike when Yoongi leans in and presses a kiss to his lips, tensing for only a moment before he melts against the contact, deepening the kiss and looping his arms over Yoongi's shoulders. The risk of such a move doesn't feel as prominent under the weight of so much love; surely, Jungkook thinks, if anyone were to happen across them now, they would see the tenderness with which they hold one another, the happiness that blooms over their cheeks in a soft flush. Surely, Jungkook thinks, if people saw them know — they'd know that this is love, and who would want to get in the way of that?

Perhaps it's a naive thought, but no one interrupts them. Jungkook's hand smooths over the side of Yoongi's neck, fingertips gentle and exploring as Jungkook pulls back minutely, keeping his forehead pressed against Yoongi's.

"We'll go anywhere you want to go, too," Jungkook insists. "You were just so cute with the stingrays in the aquarium that I'm now determined to find everything in the world that excites you. Like a scavenger hunt."

Maybe Yoongi should be more worried about the possible consequences of kissing in public, but he can't bring himself to care right now. No one's going to tell their parents, and what a stranger thinks only matters if it turns out to be the kind of stranger who might lash out at them. Besides, it's not like they're in the middle of the street. Hiding off to the side isn't all that dangerous, and kissing Jungkook is comforting. His breath is warm against Yoongi's skin, his fingers tracing gently, and all Yoongi wants is to keep holding him.

He grins, a little sheepish at being called cute again. He's really never thought of himself that way, but it gets harder and harder to protest when Jungkook says it. "They're really cool," he says, a token effort. "And you wouldn't have to look far. I get pretty excited about you." He's only halfway teasing, almost smirking as he brushes a softer kiss against Jungkook's lips. It's still true. It's easier to get excited about things with Jungkook around, and Yoongi isn't sure if it's just because he's less self-conscious around his boyfriend or that Jungkook distracts him from the things in his head that might otherwise detract from experiences. Either way, he appreciates it. There's so much in the world for them to see and he's eager for it, all the adventures still ahead of them. "Wanna get you back to the hotel."

"Tch," Jungkook clucks his tongue, giving Yoongi a slight side-eye. "You charmer." There's a whole lot of truth to what Yoongi says, Jungkook knows. Modest though Jungkook may be about his skills and abilities, the two of them have been together for long enough that Jungkook knows that Yoongi brightens in Jungkook's company. Even if Jungkook weren't so observant himself, the other hyungs have told him so time and time again, and they have no reason to lie or exaggerate the amount of influence Jungkook has on Yoongi.

Maybe once, Jungkook would have denied it for the sheer reason of not wanting to carry his hopes too high, back before they realized that they had been crushing on each other all along. But now Jungkook revels in the knowledge that there are certain types of happiness that he's uniquely equipped to bring to Yoongi.

"I wanna get back to the hotel, too," he murmurs, gaze dropping for a moment before Jungkook grazes his fingers delicately against Yoongi's side, not quite nudging his shirt out of the way, but teasing the possibility nonetheless. It hasn't been all that long since they gave each other blowjobs in the aquarium, but the hotel holds a different sort of promise — the privacy needed to really take their time and revel in one another, in ways that exceed even what they've experienced alone in Yoongi's home. There, the possibility of Yoongi's father returning always lingered.

Here, it's just them.

"Come on, before we end up settling in this alley instead."

Yoongi laughs, running his hand down Jungkook's arm until he can hold his hand. Stepping back is difficult when Jungkook is touching him, small gestures full of the possibility of more, but he knows better than to think they'll do anything in public like this — at least where people can see. He would have been content, all teasing aside, to go back and simply curl up in bed together, to cuddle and rest their feet after a long afternoon. The heat in Jungkook's expression, though, though lowered lashes and the tenderness of his touch have Yoongi starting to think of other things. On one hand, he knows they should probably enjoy Busan by experiencing the city itself. On the other, part of the appeal of getting away this weekend is the opportunity just to be together, without interruptions or anything hanging over them.

"Is it being a charmer if it's true?" he asks, tugging gently at Jungkook's hand as he starts back to the sidewalk. It's not very much further to the hotel and he's suddenly eager to get there as quickly as he can manage. "I mean, it's not like I wouldn't want to travel no matter what, but... I don't know. It's better if I can share it with you."

"Ah, he keeps aiming and shooting at my heart," Jungkook complains, dramatically folding his hand over his chest with a feigned wince as they head back out towards the street. Yoongi's words are always straightforward, no frills or exaggeration needed — but Jungkook thinks that it almost makes them more touching in a way. There's little in the world that can make Jungkook feel more accomplished than to know the sheer joy he brings to Yoongi just by being in his company.

They could be in Seoul, in Busan, out in the countryside, or even desperately lost across the globe, and they'd be happy so long as they have each other.

"I feel the same way, though. I'm not actually picky about where we go. Even going to that all you can eat lamb skewer place is like, as good as a five star restaurant when it's the two of us. Smoke and all," Jungkook snickers, thinking about all the times the two of them had headed there even before they were dating. The charred smell which clung to their clothes always gave them away to the others.

Yoongi laughs, swinging their hands between them. "Ah, I think five star restaurants are probably overrated anyway," he says. "In dramas, the portions are always so tiny and everything is expensive." He's never actually been to one. He wouldn't mind going once for the experience, but it's not something he expects to do much if ever, and why would he?

The all you can eat lamb skewer place is much more appropriate for their budget with the pocket money they get anyway, and Yoongi is very fond of it. They always give themselves away when they go, but they've spent a lot of time together there, eating and joking around. "And I like the lamb skewer place," he adds, "but it's true. It's better because it's us." He has fun when they all go, but it's best when it's just him and Jungkook. He flashes Jungkook a grin. "Then I can flirt with you without annoying anyone."

He doesn't think the others are genuinely bothered by it — they're just as bad with their own boyfriends — but they have a sort of duty as friends to give each other a hard time.

"But it's all beautiful and you get to dress up. Or I'd get to see you dress up," Jungkook points out, smiling contentedly to himself. Any opportunity to bring up how much Jungkook wants to see Yoongi in a suit is worth jumping at, even if it's only a pipe dream for now. Jungkook admits that Yoongi has a point about such establishments probably being overrated — or, if nothing else, probably not worth the cost for Jungkook, who's fairly receptive to all types of food already. Still, the idea is fun to entertain.

Maybe they'll try a place out a couple years from now, once they're both more established in school and career. Just for the heck of it.

The both of them quickly arrive towards the front entrance of the hotel, Jungkook smirking as he tugs on Yoongi's hand and picks up the pace. Choosing a love hotel was probably the right call, Jungkook thinks, as he glances around at the few others in the building. Most avert their gazes, slightly embarrassed to be found at such an establishment, but Jungkook doesn't bother lowering his own. Having a private space at all is a luxury, and he's not about to treat it like something to be ashamed of.

"Wait, but what you just said... does this mean that you're holding back on flirting with me now?" Jungkook asks, adopting a slight pout. "I feel cheated."

Yoongi smiles, ready to agree, albeit with somewhat feigned reluctance, that maybe they could try such a restaurant one day, just for the experience and the dressing up. He's really not sure he'll look all that amazing in a suit, but if Jungkook wants him to wear one, it's not really a hardship. He's not even sure the one he has really fits anymore, but it's not like they'll be able to afford a five-star restaurant soon.

The question stops him, though, and he wrinkles his nose as they head inside, Yoongi aggressively ignoring everyone else around them. If it's obvious what they're here for, the same is true of anyone else staying here, and he won't pay them any attention. He's still getting used to the idea that people might have some idea of his sexuality after keeping it a secret for so long, but talking to Jungkook helps keep his attention off any possible panic that could cause under other circumstances.

"Well, a little," he admits. "Only with the others around. I don't like to make anyone uncomfortable and..." He shrugs, pressing the button for the elevator. "I don't know. It's easier when it's just us." It's not that he doesn't want their friends around — far from it — but he finds himself a little shyer about being so expressive when someone else might hear. The things he has to say to Jungkook aren't always serious, but there's something about it that makes Yoongi feel very guarded of his privacy. It means too much, even when he's teasing, to share too freely.

"I'm kidding," Jungkook says gently, reaching out to squeeze Yoongi's shoulder reassuringly. While it's true enough that Jungkook enjoys being flirted with by Yoongi, he also fully understands why Yoongi would be reticent to show too much affection in front of others, even when it's just within their group of seven. There are some sentiments that are simply best kept between the two of them — certain words that they've only ever shared behind the privacy of four walls, certain ways in which they look at each other, watch each other, that they can't quite manage with the weight of other gazes on them.

Yoongi's always been a private person, and Jungkook likes that about him — it makes the moments they have to themselves feel more special somehow, knowing that no one else will ever see this side of Yoongi.

Knowing that there are parts of Yoongi that will only ever be his.

"I don't think I can flirt with you normally in front of the others, either. I'm probably way more over-the-top when we're with the hyungs," Jungkook muses, thinking about how fun it can be to earn a look of disgust from Jimin, or for Taehyung to snicker at Jungkook's grand gestures and words. Exaggeration is fun around the broader group, but when alone with Yoongi, things are gentler. Tender.

Yoongi ushers Jungkook into the elevator, stepping close as soon as the doors close to rest his head on Jungkook's shoulder. He should have realized it was purely teasing — and he knew it was a joke on some level — but it's so easy to take things seriously, especially when there's any chance he might have let Jungkook down. It's an embarrassment, no matter how gentle Jungkook is, but it's a relief, too.

"You are," he says, grinning in spite of himself. "You're ridiculous. I like it." Even if he enjoys teasing the others now and then, too, playing it up, Yoongi can't help it if he mostly prefers to keep quiet. What they have is too precious to put on display, even around those they love the most. But what he conveys by behaving like his usual self, Jungkook shows in his exaggeration; in the same way that Yoongi can't bear to give away too much of themselves, Jungkook shields the facts of their relationship in outsized gestures. Either way, they conceal that which means too much to share.

He presses a kiss to Jungkook's shoulder, squeezing his hand. "It's just... ours."

"Good. I'll consider that your permission to continue grabbing that ass whenever I've got a chance, even if the other hyungs are present," Jungkook declares, chuckling and instinctively turning his head when he feels the weight of Yoongi's on his shoulder. He plants a kiss atop Yoongi's head, nuzzling slightly between soft strands of hair, his eyes briefly fluttering to a close at the pleasant tickling sensation against his nose.

In the few moments that the elevator is all theirs, Jungkook takes a deep breath, enjoying the muted scent of Yoongi's shampoo and, underneath it, the scent that's altogether and uniquely Yoongi's. They spend enough time together and trade clothes so frequently that it's rare for Jungkook to go long without it, but it's never better than during moments like this that the two of them have to themselves, when there's no weight of unwanted attention, no need to keep senses on alert in case they quickly need to hide.

"You're all mine," Jungkook murmurs happily to himself, smile broadening as the elevator rings to signal their floor.

Even with the teasing, everything feels so soft and warm and good, the kind of quiet content that Yoongi finds himself experiencing more and more of these days. Having time with Jungkook does that. Sometimes the jokes fade and they're just quiet together, studying or drifting off into a shared nap or simply standing in an elevator, and Yoongi thinks maybe he's never been quite so happy in his life as he is then.

Sometimes it feels disloyal to think that way, to believe that anything he has now could be greater than the happiness he felt as a child with his mother. And maybe it is wrong to suggest it's somehow better. It's a different kind of joy. All he knows for sure is he's never had anything like this. Moments like these and like the ones he shared with his mother do, at least, have that in common; either way, he's never felt so safe.

"All yours," he agrees, squeezing Jungkook's hand, as the elevator doors slide open. "Which does include my ass, so sure." Besides, he'd be lying if he said he didn't love it. Any excuse to have Jungkook's hands on him is a welcome one, even if the other boys are around. It's not like he's not going to kiss his boyfriend just because their friends might pretend to be annoyed by it. If anything, that's all the more reason to indulge in a little PDA now and then. But moments like the one they just shared, small and quiet, sweet and subdued, the happy little smile on Jungkook's lips, those are entirely theirs.

Jungkook snickers when Yoongi concedes the point about his ass, always pleased when Yoongi goes along with his jokes and teasing. Now that they're on their floor, the likelihood of running into anyone else seems low enough that Jungkook is comfortable leaning over and pressing a lingering kiss to Yoongi's temple. He might be the younger of the two, but in quiet moments like these, sometimes Jungkook feels a wave of protectiveness wash over him — spurred, he imagines, by the quiet trust that Yoongi places in him. The vulnerability that Yoongi exposes in himself, which Jungkook only began to see in full once the two of them were dating.

Once the both of them pull up to the door of their room, Jungkook takes a half-step back and lets Yoongi lead the way, partly as an excuse to linger behind and grab at Yoongi's ass with a carefully obscured hand. He presses his lips together, humming to himself as he takes the opportunity to knead and pinch. Yoongi's butt has always struck him as inexplicably cute.

"I consider your ass to be among my most prized possessions," Jungkook jokes, leaning in shortly after to bury his nose in Yoongi's hair again, gradually making up for all the time spent at a careful distance while they were out in public. "How did I get so lucky? A question I ask myself every day."

Yoongi laughs, swatting at Jungkook's hand once he gets the door open. "Well, you're gonna be asking for a long time," he teases. "Maybe you did something amazing in your last life." He slips the key in his pocket, toeing off his shoes as he steps into the room, and turns to reach for Jungkook. The door's barely closed behind them before he's slipping his arms over Jungkook's shoulders, tipping his head ever so slightly up for a kiss. At this rate, he has a feeling Jungkook is going to have a considerable height advantage over him before he stops growing; however much he hopes for it, Yoongi's pretty sure he's too old for a surprise growth spurt.

When he draws back, it's just far enough to brush his nose against Jungkook's, eyes still closed, fingertips toying with the soft hair at the nape of Jungkook's neck. He's been having a lot of fun today and he intends to enjoy the rest of the day, too, to keep exploring Busan and making memories. This is going to be a trip they remember for the rest of their lives, their first chance to be truly together and alone. There's only so long, though, with that being the case, that he can bear not to hold Jungkook, not to kiss him. They can tease all they want. In the end, he knows he's the lucky one.

"I don't get to kiss you enough," he says. "This is why I don't like being around people."

"Wouldn't be surprised if I saved the world or someth—"

The words are hardly out of Jungkook's mouth when he feels the weight of Yoongi's arms draping over his shoulders and the soft press of lips against his own. Instinctively, Jungkook wraps an arm around Yoongi's waist, and his free hand pulls up to caress the space between Yoongi's jaw and his neck. It feels like all the space between them vanishes in that instant, their bodies flush and their souls neatly aligned, a soft hum settling in the back of Jungkook's throat as he lets himself sink fully into contentment. Even though they're here ostensibly to celebrate Yoongi's birthday, it's Jungkook who feels dizzyingly lucky, here with his soulmate, the both of them finally in a space that is wholly and unarguably theirs, even if only temporarily.

"You didn't like crowds long before you got to kiss me," Jungkook laughs, nuzzling Yoongi with his nose and shivering as he feels Yoongi's breath fan against his skin. "But I guess now that we do kiss, I probably haven't helped that at all. I need your kisses just as much, you know. So much that little kids running around an aquarium didn't stop me." Jungkook lowers his hands to Yoongi's waist, tugging sharply at the band of his pants to pull the both of them closer still.

"I don't even feel bad about it."

It is true, admittedly. Yoongi's never liked crowds. They bothered him less when he was a kid, but the older he gets, the more he prefers the intimacy of smaller groups, happier with just the seven of them or, sometimes better still, just two. He doesn't have the mental bandwidth for large groups of people or the energy to last long around them without growing grumpy at best, and that was true well before they first kissed. Still, it doesn't help. How is he supposed to put up with all kinds of annoying people when they're keeping him from cuddling up with Jungkook?

Well, usually, at least. Jungkook's words send a thrill down Yoongi's spine, twisting as he tugs him closer, a soft gasp on his lips. "You'd better not," he says, chasing a brief kiss. "That was fucking hot." Even if he was a little nervous they might get caught, there was a certain frisson of excitement, too, in the possibility. They would have been in serious trouble and he'd never want to get caught, let alone to do anything that might out them, but he can't pretend the slight edge of danger in it wasn't kind of a turn on, too. Or maybe it's not even the danger itself; maybe it's just knowing they want each other so badly they don't care about the risks. Whatever it is, he likes it, more than he would have expected. He steps forward, nudging Jungkook back until his back's against the wall of the narrow entryway to their room. "And it's not like anyone saw us."

Jungkook's fingers spread underneath the hem of Yoongi's shirt, greedy and insistent as they smooth over his skin, nails scraping before his open palms soothe over Yoongi's spine. "Whenever I heard a little kid running past us, I thought maybe he'd like, peek underneath the stall door," Jungkook snickers, his cheeks flushing at the memory. Out of anyone who could have stumbled across them, Jungkook thinks that kids would have been the only ones that might cause any level of remorse on his end. Adults would have been more belligerent, might have created more of a concrete consequence, but it probably isn't appropriate for kids to bear witness to the kind of intimacy they shared in the stall.

Kisses are one thing. Holding hands — Jungkook would be happy to expose kids to that much, to put into their minds the fact that people of all genders can love one another. But blowjobs are another thing altogether.

"That was fucking hot, though. I can see why people hook up in bar bathrooms now," Jungkook muses to himself, leaning back against the wall as he shimmies his hips against Yoongi's. "Once I'm of age..."

Yoongi doesn't have any particular interest in bars — they strike him as either too busy or too lonely for his tastes — but with that on the table, he might have to reconsider. He laughs, though, pressing his hips into Jungkook's. "Are you planning out our sex life?" he teases. For all that they've talked a lot about the future today, there's something about the immediacy of this that gets under his skin and excites him. It isn't just some grand plan for a whole life together. It's smaller things like going out in a couple years.

He wonders idly if they could get away with fucking in a bar bathroom. People do it, he knows that much. He doesn't usually like to rush that much, but it could be fun.

Besides, in a bar, they wouldn't have to worry about exposing kids to anything they shouldn't see.

"Not that I'm complaining," he says, drawing back from another kiss. "I'll take you anywhere I can get you."

"Oh, don't get me started. I've thought long, long down the road," Jungkook says, laughing brightly as he weaves his fingers through Yoongi's hair, scratching lightly at the back of his scalp, pausing with a gasp when Yoongi presses his hips against Jungkook's pelvis. "About when our faces are all wrinkly from smiling so much, when your hair is gray for reasons other than hair dye, and we're still at it like rabbits and people will wonder where we get the energy from. Don't you think it'd be cute? A couple of elderly men stumbling out of a bathroom in Itaewon. I think it'd be cute."

Maybe it's a little bit of an exaggeration to say that Jungkook's done enough thinking about each individual scenario, but there's truth in how far he's thought into the future, how much he already believes in both of them being soulmates. It's impossible not to believe in the concept at least a little, Jungkook thinks, when the both of them complement each other so well. When he feels so much more complete, simply being with Yoongi, in a way that the happiness of being with his other hyungs doesn't quite compare.

He sighs through a kiss, gaze softening when he pulls back. "Take me everywhere, then," he murmurs, lifting a brow.

Yoongi grins, though there's a tenderness in it as he gazes as Jungkook. "Oh, we're gonna be fucking adorable," he says. He has no doubt that Jungkook's vision of the future is, if slightly exaggerated, entirely within their reach. They're going to have the rest of their lives together like this, young and in love no matter how old they get, and probably still horny. Maybe less physically agile, but still, how could he ever get enough of Jungkook's skin under his hands, warming beneath his palms as he runs them down his arms? How could he stop wanting to kiss him like it's the only way he knows how to breathe?

"And I will," he murmurs, leaning into a kiss, his hands slipping under Jungkook's shirt. "Anywhere and everywhere." He tugs his shirt gently up and over Jungkook's head, stopping just shy of pulling it off entirely. Instead he lets the fabric tangle around Jungkook's wrists, gathering it in his hands to keep Jungkook's bound — clumsily, admittedly, and it wouldn't take much at all for him to pull free, but he doubts Jungkook will want to. He really did start back in the direction of the hotel with simple cuddling in mind. Now, though, he wants more, and maybe it's because of how fucking vulnerable he felt just before they made it back or maybe it's the thrill of having a place that's entirely theirs, but he's feeling particularly dominant. "But first, here," he says, tugging Jungkook against him before he steps back toward the bed, leading him. Once they reach it, he lets go, stepping away to find his bag. They're going to need a couple things to continue.

Fucking adorable is probably the best way to put it, Jungkook thinks. They're going to be that couple that would irritate everyone endlessly, if not for the fact that they're also charismatic and sociable — the couple that everyone resents for experiencing such a smooth, easy relationship with someone they're so deeply in love with. Jungkook himself has never been resentful of such couples, but he's pretty sure that's only because they're still young, they're still of an age where the possibilities in front of them seemed endless. In another decade, their peers might be a little more jaded.

He's quickly distracted from the thought when Yoongi's fingers sneak under the hem of his shirt, pushing up the fabric and pulling it over Jungkook's head. The sleeves and cuffs tighten slightly around Jungkook's wrists when Yoongi gives the shirt a deliberate tug and twist, almost creating makeshift handcuffs in the process. Jungkook's cheeks color immediately, his heart skipping a beat as he lets himself be tugged along towards the bed.

"Wherever Min Yoongi goes, Jeon Jungkook follows," Jungkook murmurs with a soft smile, casting a slightly bashful glance at the ground. As soon as he's sat on the mattress, Yoongi pulls away, but Jungkook holds himself impossibly still, not making a single move to shift the shirt that's bunched around his wrists.

Distantly, he wonders if there's anything else that Yoongi packed for this purpose, though there's also something appealing about working with what they've got.

There's such a sweetness to Jungkook in this moment, his voice rich and warm and full of love, and Yoongi loves him so much his heart aches. He wonders again, as he digs into his backpack, how he got so incredibly lucky. To find this kind of love so young, to know that, whatever else life holds for him, he'll have Jungkook at his side — things were so hard for so long and now it's like the sun's come back out from behind the clouds and sometimes he doesn't know if he knows how to handle that. Doesn't know if there's any way to ever show Jungkook the depth of his love, of his gratitude. He'll just have to keep trying.

It's the work of a few moments to find the lube he's looking for, along with a couple of ribbons, and place them on the nightstand. He's grateful for that, too, for the speed and efficiency with which he's able to get back over to Jungkook, sitting beside him. "And I go where you lead, too," he says, lifting a hand to Jungkook's cheek, leaning in for a soft, sweet kiss. It doesn't escape his notice that Jungkook hasn't budged, has left his hands still bound, and a moment later, he drops his hand to rest on his wrists. It isn't just the sense of being in control that Yoongi enjoys so much; he likes this maybe more than any of the rest of it, the feeling that Jungkook trusts him so completely, without reservations.

"I want to tie you up," he says, watching as he tugs gently at the shirt. "Is that okay?" He doesn't doubt that it is, but he wants to hear it, to always give Jungkook a choice. He only wishes he'd had a chance to do a little research so he could attempt the kind of bondage he knows Jungkook is curious about. Next time, he tells himself. When they do that, he wants to be sure he's doing it right.

There was a time when Jungkook felt a fair amount of shame about his preferences in intimacy; ceding control to a partner isn't very masculine, isn't the sort of thing that Jungkook imagines his stepfather would take well. But being with Yoongi has made it possible for all of those thoughts to take a backseat, less important to Jungkook than the feeling of security when he's with Yoongi. Allowing Yoongi to dictate the specifics of their intimacy feels like it deepens the bond between them, gives them countless memories to pore over. Jungkook watches intently as Yoongi emerges with a pair of ribbons, feeling his pulse race at the very sight of them.

That Yoongi brought them at all suggests he's been thinking about this weekend as much as Jungkook has. Jungkook can't help the smile that flashes over his face, bright and eager, cheeks dusted a deep pink as he nods in response to Yoongi's question.

"I'd love nothing more," Jungkook says, barely above a whisper as he meets Yoongi's gaze, his hands tensing slightly in anticipation. "Tied up prettily, just for you."

Yoongi wasn't sure if they'd make use of the ribbons at all this weekend, but he's glad now that he brought them, less because of his own desires, more because of the way Jungkook lights up. He's so eager and excited, a tremor of anticipation running through him, and Yoongi relishes it. As much as he enjoys the physical aspect of what they do, this gets to him just as much in its way, knowing the effect he has on Jungkook, knowing how happy he can make him.

Though the physical part doesn't hurt either, a current of desire pulling through Yoongi at Jungkook's words and the accompanying mental image. He leans close, kissing him, tugging the shirt gently free of his wrists before he reaches to undo Jungkook's pants. "So pretty," he agrees, brushing another kiss against his lips. "All for me." That, he finds, makes how they choose to be intimate all the better, Yoongi finds; no one knows about their kinks or experiments, no one knows what they do. It's a secret they share, another thing that's theirs and no one else's, the same way no one else gets to see Jungkook like this, wide-eyed and flushed and ready to be thoroughly ravished. No one else gets this kind of trust. It's hard to resist the thrill of being that kind of special to someone. Of being special at all, but especially to Jungkook.

"Alright," he murmurs, finally drawing back, though he could lose himself in kissing Jungkook for ages. "Lie down."

Jungkook lets the words wash over him, eyes fluttering to a brief close — lie down, Yoongi says, and it shouldn't have such a deep impact on him but it surely does, making Jungkook's heart race and his cheeks flush. When he opens his eyes again, his gaze is dark, unfocused for the briefest of moments before Jungkook nods, barely daring to breathe as he shifts back on the bed and lies down on the center of the mattress, giving Yoongi ample space to work with on either side. He licks his lips, hands briefly tensing and unsure where to go — should he raise them close to the posts of the bedframe, making it easier for Yoongi to get started? Or will Yoongi decide to tie him up in some other fashion?

In the end, Jungkook waits for the explicit direction, lifting both hands together, palm up, wrists exposed for Yoongi to direct.

"Tell me what I should do," he whispers, blinking as he cranes his chin up, exposing his neck for Yoongi to access.

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