of course, this is exactly the kind of outcome that jungkook wanted. it's exactly what he could have wished for, hoped for with picking out a brand new outfit, with wearing it for yoongi like this, showing it off. somewhere, deep down, of course there's a part of him that was fishing for it - he just didn't realize it yet. now, though, of course he does. of course it comes out when he's feeling so good, so safe and comfortable, happy, praised, taken care of - all of the very best feelings that yoongi always manages to give him all wrapped up into one, and all in less than ten minutes since he arrived. there's no doubt about it - with yoongi is exactly right where jungkook belongs. it's right where he needs to be, and falling right back into it is so effortless, easier than breathing - yoongi's here, and instantly everything else feels that much more like home.

just like the way that yoongi is touching him, the familiar feeling of fingers at his neck, a strong, yet delicate thumb sweeping over his jaw. it's perfect. just as perfect as yoongi's words pressed so close, teasing him, because both of them know that jungkook can't, won't do anything to stop the way that he's instantly trying to lean closer, trying to get proper attention, a proper kiss, suddenly needing it now that it's being dangled right in front of him after weeks of nothing. "missed you, hyung," jungkook responds easily, with a hint of a whine already curling around his words - because jungkook won't take it, doesn't want to, that isn't the way that they work.