As far as Yoongi is concerned, nothing else compares to weekends like this--weekends when all he has to focus on is his boyfriend and their time together. In a perfect world, of course, they'd be doing this much more often. But the time they do have is that much more precious because of the long distance, because there's always that train to eventually take him home and back to his own studio apartment. Jungkook's elated smile and wrapping him up in at least ten hugs makes him forget about that for a little while, though. Taking him out to dinner and seeing for himself that he's eating well does too. And the kisses certainly don't hurt. By the end of the night the two fall hard, and the last thing Yoongi thinks before drifting off to sleep is how lucky he is to have the younger boy in his arms and in his life. Sometimes he still can't believe just how good he has it, how well they fit together.

In all ways possible.

Maybe it's that closeness that has Yoongi stirring at the same that Jungkook does, in tune with every minute shift of the younger boy against him. He's spent a while now with Jungkook's body, studying and praising and pleasuring and comforting. Pushing higher and higher, enough to make it worthwhile, always catching him on the descent. Yoongi's body registers the firm pressure against his thigh before his brain does, the arm draped lazily on Jungkook's back tightening around him. Pulling him in even closer, fingers curling into that tiny waist he adores so much. Yoongi shivers a little at the light breath against his neck, hyung hooking somewhere deep. "Mm?" It's little more than a sleepy rumble from his chest, murmuring a half-intelligible version of Jungkook a moment later. He likes this dream, whatever it is.