Yoongi ends up in the living room first, retracing their steps back to the couch where he had Jungkook undress for him, sit pretty in his lap. He picks up the boy's soiled briefs, rubbing the soft fabric between his fingers for a moment as his mind flashes back to just how good the other looked welcoming him back home. Honestly, seeing Jungkook at the door like that was a sort of stress relief in of itself, just like it usually seems to be nowadays. Yoongi picks up the rest of their clothing, padding back to his bedroom so he can collect the dirty sheets along with it. He throws everything into his washer before redressing the bed, another set of cool, white sheets tucked in nice and neat as though nothing ever happened. He grabs a fresh pair of clothes for the younger boy as well, after a few thoughtful moments thumbing through his dresser. The fact that Jungkook now has enough clothes here to warrant his own side of the dresser doesn't faze Yoongi--he prefers it. It means, in moments like these, that he can dress the boy up in whatever he pleases.

It's so quiet in the bathroom that Yoongi wonders for a moment if Jungkook's nodding off--he certainly looks like he could be--but instead he's greeted with the boy obediently cleaning himself with his bath sponge, surrounded by waves of bubbly foam. Yoongi sets the folded pajamas for Jungkook on the counter along with his own, before turning back to the younger boy. His eyes linger, catching on the smooth slope of his shoulders, hair darkening even further at the tips, how content his expression is. Jungkook looks so relaxed, so sleepy as he goes through the motions that it has a smile tugging at Yoongi's lips, something warm in his eyes as he moves to stand closer. "Feels good, hm?" he murmurs, softly running his fingers through the boy's hair again, damp and warm from the sweet-smelling bath. "I would say you can stay for as long as you want, but I'm pretty sure you'd just make it your bed for the night."