all of this, this gentle back and forth, this push and pull, the ebb and flow - jungkook should be used to it all by now. and he is, to a point. he's used to the way that they work together, how yoongi sometimes gets into moods like this, how things can go from zero to one hundred so quickly. that isn't to say that jungkook doesn't have his moments, too - it's not as if he's entirely innocent, not as if he hasn't done his fair share of seducing yoongi, of getting into the mood, playing coy just to get exactly what he wants.

it's just - there's something about every time that yoongi does it that's just - different. it always hits jungkook just as hard, gets under his skin just as much, buries underneath and makes a home for himself there. jungkook doesn't mind - not even when he's left half-hard and suddenly wanting, not even when yoongi doesn't stop his teasing exploration - of course not. instead, he just gently turns it up a notch.

"mm... n-no," jungkook stammers, almost petulant, but not quite. not just yet. it's a dangerous game to play, a dangerous line to walk and jungkook knows it but - well. it's just getting harder and harder to think the more yoongi's fingers wander, the more of those touches he gets all to himself.