It never does take long for Jungkook, the poor boy too sensitive for his own good. Yoongi absolutely relishes how the boy's body wakes up to his touches whether he actually wants to or not, how little control Jungkook has over himself in situations like these. So easy for hyung every single time. But then, that's precisely the sort of thing Yoongi likes to spend time teaching him: control. It'll be another of the many moments that have already come before, another lesson in discipline that can offer such sweet rewards--and even sweeter punishments. But that's getting ahead of himself. Right now, all Yoongi is focused on is calming the squirming boy in his lap, the small movements impossible to ignore in the quiet room.

Yoongi clicks his tongue at the soft call, his other hand holding firm to Jungkook's hips, keeping him from moving around too much. "Shh, relax and enjoy the movie, baby," he both soothes and gently chides, amusement lacing through his words. This is only a fraction of just how fussy the younger boy can be, and Yoongi intends to get there at his own pace, stretching the tension out nice and slow. For the next several minutes his touches quiet, not applying much pressure but not dragging away either, getting Jungkook right to the point of almost-familiarity. When he feels the younger boy ease back against his chest again, sucked back into the movie, Yoongi's fingers slip underneath the heavy material of his overalls, sliding over his thin, white T-shirt instead. Casually fondling Jungkook's chest, thumb rubbing over his nipple in an almost-accident.