jungkook just can't help himself - and that's really what it all comes down to. when he gets like this, when he starts to slip into that kind of headspace, when it's difficult to try to control anything that he's doing - well, that's the point of all of this in the first place. to give up that control, to let yoongi have it, to let yoongi take care of him - to let yoongi push him to another state of mind altogether, one where he doesn't think or worry about anything at all, one where all he does is need. it takes time, of course. it takes practice, trust - jungkook has been there a handful of times now, but the closer they get, the more that he trusts yoongi, the more times they do this and the more time they spend apart, in between - the more jungkook craves for this, too. the more he misses it, misses him - of course he misses yoongi, all the time.

but right now, he has him. he's got him right here, jungkook is still safe right in yoongi's lap, with yoongi touching him, yoongi's voice soothing him, yoongi looking up at him as their positions shift slightly, enough so that the older man can lean down and bring his mouth to one of jungkook's most sensitive places. it always has been, but like this, when he's been worked up so sweetly, jungkook can't help the way that his body jumps slightly, how the sensation pulls another soft whine from his throat, fighting not to arch closer, to try and press for more. "a-ah, hyung.." the proximity, the weight of yoongi's gaze makes jungkook's cheeks flush even more than they already were, has him closing his eyes, because sometimes he still gets shy at first, when he can still think about it, when yoongi is so close and yet he still wants so much that he isn't entirely sure what to do about it.