jungkook honestly just doesn't care. he doesn't care what he looks like, what he sounds like, doesn't care if it lines up with the way he presents himself most of the time or not. because it just doesn't matter. because he doesn't get bothered about shit like that, not even right now, not even when it's yoongi. maybe some other time, maybe other some other circumstances he would have wanted to be put together, to be more composed than this. maybe he would have wanted to put on more of a front. but right now, like this, and the more that yoongi takes his lead, plays off of it - jungkook simply doesn't give a fuck. there's no reason, no need to be shy about feeling good, so why would he be?

especially not now. not when yoongi's already driving him crazy, not when he's already so worked up, so close, right on the edge. not when yoongi is coaxing him, encouraging him, and honestly jungkook probably doesn't need any of it. he would have gotten there no matter what, everything else about it far too good to ignore, but something about the low drawl of yoongi's voice, something about the way that his mouth feels against his neck, something about the words that he's saying altogether - jungkook doesn't stand a fucking chance. barely a matter of seconds before it hits him, before jungkook cums hard with his head falling back and knocking against the wall, choking on a groan that's far louder than they should be, still all kinds of needy in the way he keeps rolling his hips up into yoongi's hand, riding out as much as he can.