"I can do all that. I can try. For you."

"Hyung, I've heard that you like manly guys." 

Jungkook walks in slowly, tentatively. 

Yoongi, sitting at his chair, stares. Blinks. 

"Actually, you've said that yourself, haven't you?" 

Yoongi his lips. Bites them. Nods, warily. 

"I know I can't grow a beard, the fans wouldn't like it. Or grow any taller. But I can work on my muscles. To some extent. The fans might not like it that much either…" 

Jungkook pauses. Breathes after spilling all that in one go. Looks to the side. Seems to recollect his thoughts. 

With renewed determination, he stares straight ahead, eyes fixed on Yoongi again. 

"But you know I can pick you up easily. Throw you around like you weighted nothing. Pin you to the bed if you want." 

Yoongi visibly gulps. 

"I can do all that. I can try. For you." 

Yoongi feels hot, and he knows he's blushing, he has to, if the warm feeling on his cheeks is telling enough. 

The look he receives from Jungkook, confident and unwavering, prompts him to stand up, walk up to him. 

He gestures for Jungkook to crouch down slightly, motions to be picked up. 

Jungkook does as told, supports Yoongi by his thighs. Bounces him some. Makes sure he won't let him fall. 

His hands move to Yoongi's . Firm. 

Their faces are millimeters apart, noses barely brushing. 

Yoongi is panting. 

Jungkook backs them up against a wall. 

Yoongi can feel the cold surface against his back. Shivers.

Jungkook closes the distance between them.