Yoongi can't help but chuckle as Jungkook wordlessly pulls him closer, humming his agreement and wrapping arms around his neck. The soft, warm weight feels good, and this time Yoongi just lets him--moving into whatever position Jungkooks wants them to be in now that he's come down from his high. By now he should be used to the way his boyfriend becomes even more cuddly and needy after getting off, but Yoongi's chest tightens every time, heart too full to describe. Maybe it's the way Jungkook's deep trust in him extends in these quiet moments after. Maybe it's how he looks at Yoongi, like he's the the only one who could possibly make him this happy. He's never felt this important, this needed, this loved in his entire life, not until he managed to pluck up the courage to finally ask Jungkook out.

Yoongi winds up leaning back against the couch once more, only this time the Jungkook in his lap is facing him, curled into his body like he simply belongs. His own arms are wrapped around the boy's waist, keeping him close, and he's just sort of--taking him in. Stealing a few kisses from him, too. Managing the heat still simmering at the surface. "Ah...we missed a lot, didn't we?" he muses when he happens to look over Jungkook's shoulder at Titanic, still playing, completely and utterly forgotten, in the background. And then he breaks into a smile. "Suppose there's no harm in missing more."

Because maybe Jungkook's wish is also Yoongi's wish--it doesn't have to end just yet.