jungkook already knows that what he's saying is true. he knows that he's worked hard, because he always does. because he's always been driven, first by the desire to prove his family wrong and now by the way that he craves, wants for yoongi's praise, his approval. even something as simple as hearing the older man say he's proud of him is enough, enough to leave that warm feeling of pride settling in his chest and fanning out everywhere, filling him with a satisfaction he never could have expected. he likes to be a good boy for yoongi, and hearing that he is ie a reward in of itself.

but god, the other rewards are so, so good.

jungkook has had sex before. he's had his fair share of relationships, a one night stand here and there. he's felt good, he's had fun, sure, but nothing quite like this. jungkook has never really met someone who can unravel him the way that yoongi does, with practiced ease. he's never felt the way that yoongi can make him feel. it's ridiculous, sounds stupid and cliche even in his own mind. but honestly, jungkook doesn't give a fuck.

he especially doesn't give a fuck right now, when he has yoongi's fingers still teasing him and his other hand cupping his face, pulling him in that much closer. hearing his voice, hearing that praise alone is enough to make jungkook's cock twitch against his fingertips, gaze dark, trying not to kiss back too eagerly once yoongi's drawn him in. but jungkook can't help himself, can't help the way that he groans low in his throat, can't help that his own fingers come up to grip at the back of yoongi's neck on instinct, that his body presses up closer, a silent plea for more. more that he knows yoongi is going to give him, so much more, and the arousal and anticipation are already starting to make his head spin.