it's pretty easy for jungkook to lose himself in the thought that everything right now is perfect. he can't imagine anything more perfect than yoongi right here, still so real and solid next to him, the post-sex satisfaction still firmly in place and not seeming like it'll go away anytime soon. but that's just fine. jungkook doesn't want it to. he's more than content just to stay here like this, would love nothing more than to get as close to yoongi as he possibly can and stay there for a lot of hours. that combined with all the work he's done packing up this stupid place, with the way his body is all but exhausted from it all, from the insane tension and crash of pleasure that yoongi just gave him ... yeah, it's pretty perfect. and he definitely won't be moving any time soon.

the only moving that he does is to slide himself closer, still careful enough, aware enough to at least be mindful of yoongi's back and try not to jostle him too much. he hopes that he's successful, hopes it won't be painful for him to get right where he wants to be and stay there; pressed up against yoongi as completely as he can manage, an arm thrown over his torso and his nose nuzzling near his neck, taking in a deep breath.

yoongi right now sounds just about as satisfied as jungkook feels, makes him smile slightly, the way that that warm, low voice just sends a rush of even more warmth over him, something different than before. this time it's the kind of warmth that fills him up from bottom to top, that has him pressing a kiss against yoongi's shoulder just because it's the closest thing that he can reach.

"mm.. god. still can't believe you're actually here. or that any of that just actually happened."