jungkook's entirely fucking shameless. he has been this entire time, and that isn't about to stop now. not when it feels this good, not when yoongi's already pulling him apart at the seams, and why would he do anything but let himself fall apart into it? there's no reason not to. there's absolutely nothing holding jungkook back from just letting it happen, normally so stubborn, so confident, so sure of himself and insistent on making his own rules. right now, like this, he bends to yoongi so easily, without even an ounce of hesitation, only finds himself wishing, wanting for even more.

yoongi doesn't hesitate in giving it to him, either. jungkook is silently grateful, somewhere in the back of his mind, for the way that yoongi lets jungkook guide him. the way that yoongi slides his palm up his stomach, the way that even fingers skirting around where he wants them the most makes him shiver, nearly makes a whine catch in his throat. because he's getting close, yoongi is getting him close, but it isn't good enough. he wants more, wants it faster. and the hard pinch of the rapper's fingers makes his hips jerk forward, gets him groaning, his own hands moving, slipping, grabbing hard at wherever he can reach because fuck. "fuck.. shit, hyung. gonna make me cum." his voice is breathless, a mess, catching on something that sounds closer to a whine than anything else while warning yoongi at the same time, letting him know, begging him not to stop.