If Yoongi thought Jungkook had any reason to know how he feels, he'd call this cruel, a deliberate tease, but he's pretty sure that's not the case. He's hidden this as best he can. Anyway, if Jungkook knew, surely he would have reacted by now, not waited to get drunk and torture him for it.

In spite of himself, Yoongi closes his eyes, letting himself just feel it for a moment, the heady combination of Jungkook's words and his touch. He has to be careful or he'll give himself away, but it's too nice not to enjoy it just for a little while. He could get lost in this so easily, already tempted to touch Jungkook's cheek or lean his forehead against his for a moment. He slides his hands higher instead, rests his arms on Jungkook's shoulders, hand brushing the nape of his neck. It brings them a little closer, and he knows that's reckless. He doesn't care.

"Don't be hurt," he says. He's been given an out, but it doesn't occur to him to take it. "I mean it. I don't say things just to say them."