it's simple, easy, just like everything else is, the way that yoongi just takes care of him. jungkook lets it happen, lets himself fall into it, soaking it up, the way that yoongi effortlessly starts drying him off. and there's no denying it, the fact that jungkook can't, couldn't get this anywhere else. not this kind of attention, affection. it's special, something only his daddy can give him. only yoongi. and it makes him smile just as much as the nuzzle and press of soft kisses along his shoulder do, the way that yoongi always makes him feel so good, so validated, the way that he makes anything and everything so much more than worth it. as if it wasn't already.

jungkook allows yoongi to dress him without question, quietly shifting enough to help get the shirt on properly, to step into the clean, dark briefs that the older has chosen for him and help to tug them on. it's the things like this that he used to have a little bit of a harder time with. he used to flush with embarrassment, have a hard time not feeling childish or ridiculous, but time and the way that yoongi has coaxed him, reassured him, shown him just how good it can be to let go and be taken care of have made it that much easier. that much better. jungkook doesn't feel embarrassed now, not even an ounce of shame or uncertainty. he just feels all of the good things, safe and warm and happy, tired, ready to curl up with yoongi and fall asleep, satisfied with making his daddy so proud of him, with making him feel good, too. "thank you, daddy," he murmurs again once he's dry and dressed, obediently waiting for yoongi to lead the way to his bedroom first.