jungkook never knows what to expect, never knows what's coming next. but more than that - he doesn't even try to. he doesn't try to anticipate anything that yoongi does, instead chooses to lose himself in it, to give himself up to it, because it's so, so much better that way. just like it is when yoongi's fingers are suddenly leaving his thighs and finding their way to his nipples once again. just like the lips pressed against his neck, yoongi's voice so close, just like how now he can feel how hard yoongi is, pressing against him even through the layers of clothes and jungkook can't help it - he whines.

"mn.. s-sorry, hyung..." he manages, because he knows that he's slipping. he knows that it isn't being good, squirming in yoongi's lap, not paying attention, the way that the sounds are becoming too much to keep inside. the way that he just wants, needs so much, sometimes it's too hard to keep it all together.