even if jungkook didn't know what yoongi was getting at before, and even if he still doesn't know exactly what it is that's going through yoongi's mind now - he at least knows enough. he can pick up on cues, like how his hyung sounds right now, like the little click of his tongue and the way that his words are somewhere between a gentle reassurance and a demand. it's the kind of thing that gets heat threatening to lick its way up jungkook's spine easily, so easily - especially when they've been apart for so long. jungkook is just easy for yoongi, has learned so much comfort and trust in the older man that it's impossible for him not to be now, impossible not to open himself up, to fall into it - into him, every single time.

but still, he doesn't say anything else in response. he simply listens, stops the squirming, relaxes and yoongi's wandering hands seem to do the same. at least, for a little bit. at least, until jungkook's attention has wandered away from them and then they're right back to it, yoongi's fingers suddenly wandering over his chest, yoongi's thumb brushing over his nipple and making him arch up slightly, immediately, unable to help himself. he bites at his lower lip slightly, doesn't say anything more, simply curious - curious about what yoongi is going to do next, about what he has in mind, and entirely unable to keep himself from wanting more.