Yoongi knows it sounds incredibly mushy, which is something he doesn't actively try to be in most situations, but it's also simply the truth. Everything the boy did was perfect, everything he gave to him was perfect, everything about this night has been perfect...well, save for throwing his back out. He definitely could have done without that part of the night, but it doesn't really matter anymore, and it doesn't really hurt so much either. He supposes he has Jungkook to thank for that too, leaving his body all loose and warm and pliant, practically melting back against the bed. As sleepy and content as Cypher on a sunny stretch of carpet, and just as hungry for affection that takes minimal effort.

Thankfully, the kid's got him covered on that front too, doing all the work for him. Yoongi sighs at the way Jungkook slides over to cling against his side instead, his limbs a nice, familiar weight as the boy nuzzles against his neck, lightly tickling the sensitive skin. It sinks in all over again, how long it's been since they've been able to do this, something as basic as just laying like this together, and it immediately has Yoongi reaching to wrap an arm around the boy's shoulder. Pulling him in even tighter, needing the security of it, the feel of it. Needing to know that this is going to be the norm again.

"I know," he murmurs, easily falling into the same thoughts. The light kiss has the corner of his lips tugging, feeling that same warmth travel through every single part of him. He'll never really comprehend how he existed without this, without him for so long, and god, he doesn't think he'll ever comprehend what he did right to deserve getting him back again either.

"Can't believe you're actually coming back home...it feels like I've been waiting forever." Fingers trace absent-mindedly against Jungkook's skin, massaging gently at his shoulder as his mind wanders. And then his voice dips, gets a little quieter.

"..is it still what you want?"