Yoongi never thinks about what his particular relationships might look like to those from the outside--he simply can't be bothered to care. He also can't be bothered to explain his preferences to those who don't--or can't--understand, choosing instead to create a world in which everything is exactly to his tastes, in which he exerts complete control, in which he can fulfill his needs by pleasuring and providing for someone else, someone who craves and desires just like him. Of course he wants to make Jungkook happy, he wants that very much. But he also looks out for his own happiness, and for Yoongi, an arrangement like this, becoming someone's daddy, is part of what's kept him happy for years. There's a difference between giving his time and affection and money to someone and giving away his heart. The former has always held more appeal. It's easier, more convenient with his demanding work and life. More fulfilling. And honestly, it simply feels better. Yoongi always knows where he stands.

And right now, in this moment, he can't imagine being anywhere else than wrapped around the younger boy. As soon as Jungkook walks into his embrace, Yoongi scoops him up in the towel, bundling him up and gently patting at his skin, making sure not to rub too harshly. A small hum of satisfaction escapes his lips, Yoongi nosing into the side of Jungkook's neck because his boy smells so good. He'd be tempted to let his touches wander, suck a mark into the sweet, clean skin if they weren't so tired. So he gives light kisses instead, peppering them down Jungkook's shoulder once he slips the towel away, catching the sleepy smile when he eventually pulls back. Yoongi wordlessly answers it with his own soft smile before grabbing the neat stack of clothes he had set aside for the younger boy. Yoongi slips the soft T-shirt over Jungkook's lean, but strong frame, helping him into another pair of dark briefs seconds later, dressing him as though it's the most natural thing in the world.