After breakfast, Jungkook announces that he is going out for a run.

It's cold. Too cold for a run but Yoongi knows better than to get in the way of Jungkook's urge to get his energy out; exercise being his method of choice.

He doesn't invite Yoongi to tag along or hound him to join him like he used to, but he does ask Yoongi if he'll be there when he gets back, to which Yoongi assures that he isn't going anywhere.

Seeming to be a bit indifferent with a hint of happiness at the answer, Jungkook heads to his room to get changed into more suitable workout clothes while Yoongi grabs his computer from his bedroom.

He's done a little work here and there during his visit, checking emails and returning a few calls so he decides this is as good a time as any to continue with that.

He takes it back out to the living room, sitting down on the couch just as Jungkook walks out the door.

He's stares with furrowed brows at his computer– not being able to focus due to his mind being distracted by thoughts of his talk with Jungkook– when he hears the front door open about forty minutes later.

He turns towards the front door just as Jungkook is shutting it behind him and sucks in a sharp breath when he sees that he's shirtless.

His brain short circuits as he has a clear view now of every dip in Jungkook's abdomen, the full extent of his tattoos as they trail up to his right shoulder as well as exactly how small his waist is that his oversized clothes have been hiding since Yoongi's been home.

Despite the biting cold, Jungkook's skin is glistening.

(It looks like it'd be warm to the touch. Yoongi wants to touch. See if he can prove or disprove his observation.)

Jungkook turns red but preens when he notices Yoongi sat on the couch looking at him.

"Like what you see, hyung?" His tone is cocky, but there's insecurity in his eyes.

In that moment, Yoongi makes a decision.

No matter what the repercussions are, no matter what fall-out there is, he's going to be bluntly honest with Jungkook.

If that means that Jungkook never wants to see him again, so be it.

At least this time, Yoongi would be able to live with that knowing it was Jungkook choice and that he was actually aware of what was going through Yoongi's mind.

Yoongi meets Jungkook's gaze. "I do."

He then stands up, setting his laptop on the coffee table and begins walking towards Jungkook, letting every single feeling he has for him, everything he's tried to suppress and repress for years shine through eyes.

"I like what I see now, just like I liked it then."

Jungkook swallows, then sets his shoulders back and moves forward, "Do you mean it?"

"Yes," Yoongi murmurs, stopping just short of Jungkook.

He can smell the sweat and salt of Jungkook's skin, and his mouth waters.

Slowly– cautiously– Yoongi reaches a hand up, trailing his fingertips lightly down Jungkook's sternum, between his pecks to his navel.

Jungkook groans at the sensation, suppressing a shutter.

Warm. Just as predicted.

Jungkook allows Yoongi to trace shapes on his skin while he maps out the familiar planes of the elders face.

"How have you not changed at all, hyung? You're still so... so beautiful," he voices quietly. Reverently.

Yoongi feels his cheeks warm as he keeps his eyes fixed on Jungkook's torso, knowing as soon as he looks up, he will likely lose his nerve and shy away.

As if sensing Yoongi is in danger of retreating, Jungkook steps closer to him and places both hands on Yoongi's slender hips.

He then lifts a hand up, placing two fingers under Yoongi's chin. He gently lifts the older's chin to meet his gaze.

The adoration in the chocolate brown eyes staring back at Yoongi nearly takes his breath away.

Jungkook isn't too much taller than Yoongi, but Yoongi still has to tilt his head up in order to meet his eyes.

They hold the contact for a several seconds before Yoongi sees Jungkook's eyes drift down to his lips.

Yoongi watches his eyes follow his tongue as it swipe across his bottom lip before he catches Jungkook mirror the action, wetting his own lips.

It's unclear who leans forward first, but suddenly their lips are pressed gently together, slotting perfectly.

It takes a few seconds for them to move, but once they do, the action feels effortless.

It's not earth shattering or knee buckling, it's just, easy.

Like they've done this a thousand times.

In all honesty, it's everything Yoongi had imagined it to be.

They kiss each other hesitantly at first, but the feeling of care is there. The feeling of fragile adoration.

He might feel guilty about this later– only because it may be a bit early for the action seeing how they haven't really had a proper chat addressing everything– but right now, he's so happy to finally be doing something he'd thought about, fantasized about, so many times.

Just as they start to push and move their lips, experimenting with a bit more pressure, Jungkook pulls away.

They stare at one another– both of their pupils blown a little wider– with heavier breaths.

"W-we still have things to talk about," Jungkook utters lowly, eyes searching Yoongi's.

Yoongi nods before dragging his hands down the younger's strong arms from where they'd been wrapped around his shoulders.

"Why don't you go shower then meet me in the family room," Yoongi smiles, taking a step back.

Jungkook nods with a smile before he heads off to the bathroom while Yoongi heads for the couch where he'd left his laptop, smile not leaving his face.