Yoongi's torn, just as he usually is with this kid. He sees so much potential in Jungkook, but his moves are unpredictable, potentially dangerous with the wrong people in the wrong places; wants to encourage him and set him straight in the same breath; wants to watch him climb up the ranks of this strange scene and leave him behind at the same time, because at the end of the day what is it even worth to him? He remembers thinking it was a waste of time before, why he was even investing so much in the kid. Investing so much without much return. This is undoubtedly the biggest return Yoongi's ever gotten. And even though he wouldn't want to admit it, Jungkook being so fucking into it has a lot to do with that. Yoongi watches the way the younger boy continues to rub shamelessly against his dance sweats, half-hard from sucking him off and nothing else. It's definitely a first for him in these shitty stalls.

And it's fucking hot. And it's not why Jungkook is here. But god damn. Yoongi's fingers tighten their grip in his soft hair, staring down at those dark, glazed eyes, lips panting and slick with precum, expression utterly lost for a few heavy seconds he savors with too much satisfaction. Following the trail of those fingers as they wipe at the mess at his mouth. He smirks when Jungkook bites back with that expected line, laughing with a low, husky sound. "That'll be your reward." Without giving Jungkook much time to catch his breath he gives a pull, dragging Jungkook's pretty mouth all over his cock, shoving him in the heat he created. "After a job well done."