Yoongi's slept in Jungkook's bed enough times by now to feel completely at home in it, lulled by the younger boy's soft breathing and the light hum of a fan across the bedroom. It's all too easy for him to drift off, and maybe he would have fallen back into that nice, heavy place he was in just moments before if it weren't for that insistent something at his legs. It doesn't feel like Jungkook simply shifting in his sleep, the way he sometimes makes himself small and curls into Yoongi's body or flops himself out, limbs splayed everywhere. This feels more deliberate. Familiar. And then there's the sound of Jungkook's breathy voice, slowly cutting through the haze of slee, calling out in a way that has Yoongi blinking open dark, half-lidded eyes.

He finds Jungkook's hair in his face first, the rest of the younger boy nestled into the side of his neck. It would all be sweet, and it still is, really, if it weren't for the confession Yoongi happens to catch in that soft whine of a voice. If it weren't for the fact that the pressure he feels against his right thigh is without a doubt Jungkook's dick softly grinding against him through their clothes. He's hard and hot even through his cotton sweatpants, waking Yoongi up right then and there. It doesn't take that long to figure out what's happening, memories still fresh in Yoongi's mind of a needy Jungkook on the phone, over Skype, right here in this bed. "Mm, come here, baby," Yoongi murmurs, voice still thick with sleep as he gently tugs the boy even closer, hand dipping down the length of Jungkook's spine. He doesn't stop until he's palming over the other's ass, those sleep shorts that don't leave much to the imagination. It effectively pulls Jungkook more firmly into his thigh, an unspoken encouragement for the younger boy to keep going as he continues the attentive touches. "What do you need hyung to do?"