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Yoongi laughs, bright and gummy, and rubs his arm. “Sorry,” he says, poking Jungkook’s cheek. (Jungkook knows he isn’t sorry, not at all, and grumbles to himself about it.) “What’re you doing?”
Jungkook wrinkles his nose. “If you have to know,” he says, tipping his head back to look at him, “I’m looking at sex toys. I need something more interesting.” Satisfied with that, he returns to his phone.
Yoongi, despite Jungkook’s obvious dismissal, doesn’t leave. He settles behind him and wraps his arms around his waist, chin on his shoulder. “Let hyung help,” he tells him, voice right next to his ear, rubbing his belly. “I’ve got a lot of experience with—tentacles and stuff.”
Jungkook scoffs, even if his cheeks go hot at the words. “What, you’re gonna pick out a tentacle dildo for me?” he asks, rolling his eyes.
Yoongi pauses for a second, squeezing him tighter, and then—“I mean, sure, but that’s not what I was offering,” he admits. “I was just saying, if you want the real thing… you can always come to me.”
Just like that, he’s gone, sauntering away.