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Jungkook is sitting in his cubicle, the pile of folders stacked high on his left, but he can’t seem to focus. Last night he bought Namjoon a couple of outfits: jeans, t-shirts, sneakers, a jacket. It was kind of fun shopping with someone else. He can’t remember the last time he did it. Was it back to school shopping with his parents? Or maybe with his friends in college? Namjoon was taking everything in with wide eyes and a sense of wonder, but to Jungkook it was just a normal (medium price range) clothing store.
This morning Jungkook didn’t go on his run again. Instead he spent his morning showing Namjoon how to use the keypad on his door (and writing down the code for the dragon). He left Namjoon with some pocket cash so he could buy himself lunch as he went out to explore the city today. Jungkook knows he shouldn’t be so nervous about the dragon wandering around on his own. He’s an adult, but Jungkook can’t help but imagine what he is getting up to.
If Jungkook had been left on his own, would he have been okay in the fae realm? Probably not. He looked completely out of place and didn’t know how to disguise himself without Jimin’s help. Namjoon at least understands where he is and is able to conceal his scales from view. As attractive as he is without them, Jungkook thinks there’s something missing when he has them hidden from view. It makes Jungkook even more curious about what the man looks like in his true dragon form. The temptation to go back to the fae realm just to ask for him to transform is almost worth the visit.
“Jeon,” comes a sharp voice over his shoulder and Jungkook startles in his chair. His shoulders climb up as he spins to look up at Mr. Choi. “You’re just staring into space. Get back to work.”
He must have zoned out. Jungkook nods. “Yes, sir, Mr. Choi. My mistake.” Shifting the page on his stand to the next one, Jungkook goes back to entering data. He didn’t even realize he’d stopped, but of course Mr. Choi is there to catch him.
Jungkook finishes his day, rushing through the last stack of papers to leave as close to on time as possible. He’s packing up his bags at just half past five and rushing out the door with the stream of office workers. He feels antsy as he’s pressed against the other bodies in the elevator going down to the lobby. The urge to burst out of the sliding doors and run home just to check on Namjoon is strong, but Jungkook manages to hold it in until they reach the lobby. Then, unlike himself, he’s shouldering his way out of the elevator first and taking long strides towards the doors.
“Jungkook!”
Surprised, Jungkook slows his pace and starts glancing around for the origin of his name. Ahead of him, a head taller than most of the crowd, is a smiling Namjoon waving him down. Shocked, and maybe a little pleased, Jungkook makes his way over to the dragon. He’s wearing a set of the clothes they bought yesterday: blue jeans and a large gray hoodie.
“Namjoon,” he says, reaching up to grab the man’s waving arm and tuck it down between them before he inadvertently elbows a cranky office worker in the face. “What are you doing here? How did you find me?”
As if unaware that he’s being scolded, Namjoon smiles at him brightly. Both dimples are on full display and some of the anxiety melts in Jungkook’s chest. “I caught your scent,” he says with a wink, tapping the side of his nose. “They wouldn’t let me up to find you, but they said I could wait here.” He points to the plush benches that line the lobby that Jungkook doesn’t think anyone has actually used before.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Jungkook says, stunned.
Namjoon’s smile begins to wane. “Are you unhappy that I’m here?”
Jungkook frowns, realizing his nerves aren’t really about Namjoon but where they are. “No, that’s not the case. I’m unhappy we’re both here.” He tries to give Namjoon an encouraging smile. “Since you’re here, why don’t we go out for dinner?”
The smile comes back with full force. “Can we get pizza again?” Namjoon twists his arm so that instead of Jungkook holding his wrist, he can intertwine their fingers.
Heat rises to Jungkook’s cheeks and he shakes his head. “Let’s try something else,” he urges. “I’ll find something good. I promise.”
“Okay,” Namjoon nods in agreement.
It takes a second for Junkook to get back into the stream of people moving around them in an effort to leave, this time towing Namjoon behind him. They break free of the office building and out in the waning daylight. Once again, it feels like the air is easier to breathe as soon as Jungkook is outside, but this time it’s even better because he has Namjoon with him.
Rather than walking back toward his apartment, Jungkook turns further downtown leading Namjoon away from the crowds bustling to waiting cars and bus stops. With his long legs, Namjoon easily keeps up with his pace.
“So, how was your day at work?” The dragon asks, watching Namjoon rather than their surroundings.
“Same as every day,” Jungkook says with a sigh. “I’d rather hear about your day. You didn’t have any trouble getting around, did you?”
As if being given permission to speak, Namjoon launches into a retelling of his day. How he left the house and kept track of where he was going by reading the street signs. He explored the park, watching children play and their parents supervise on as they chit chat. Then he found his way to an art gallery that was open to the public and took the opportunity to go in and look at paintings and sculptures of modern art.
“I don’t think I understood the context of some of it,” Namjoon comments, tilting his head to the side as he gazes into the distance. “But it was still really pretty. Some of the paintings were so realistic they looked like images captured on the internet.”
“So, photographs?” Jungkook asks, trying to listen and decide where to go. He hasn’t taken anyone out to eat in such a long time. Does he even know any good places?
“Photograph?” Namjoon asks. “Is that the name for the images on the computer?”
Jungkook chuckles and shakes his head. “Did you manage to miss cameras and photography in your research?” Namjoon nods. “Photographs are still images captured by cameras - that’s why it looks so realistic. Here! Let me show you.”
Pulling Namjoon out of the flow of people making their way along the sidewalk, Jungkook ducks along the side of a building. He pulls Namjoon to his side and takes his phone out. “This is a smartphone. It can be used to do a lot of things: talk to people over long distances, access the internet, play games, and take pictures.”
Opening the camera app on his phone, he holds the device out at arm’s length. Namjoon blinks, looking up at the device as Jungkook smiles and takes a quick selca of the both of them. Then, bringing it back closer, he shows Namjoon the picture. The dragon looks adorably confused as he’s gazing up at the phone and Jungkook can’t help but chuckle.
“Can I see?” Namjoon gasps in wonder. Jungkook lets Namjoon take the phone and turn it around, inspecting all sides of the device. When he comes back to the screen, the image is gone. “Where did the picture go?”
“It’s here.” Jungkook taps the screen, bringing it back to life.
“Can I try?” Namjoon looks at Jungkook with wide, hopeful eyes.
Unable to deny him, Jungkook slides his fingers along the screen to get back to the camera. “If you hold the phone out from you like this,” he gently guides Namjoon’s arm out, the phone tilted towards them, “you can take a selca which is a picture of yourself by tapping this circle on the screen, or pressing this button on the side.”
Namjoon hums and nods, testing it out by taking a few pictures. None of them are centered very well, but he’s just figuring it out. Jungkook can’t help but smile. It’s strange watching a grown man learn how to do this when he’s seen toddlers using phones on the internet.
“And what if I want to take a picture of you?” Namjoon looks up at Jungkook.
“Oh,” Jungkook blinks, surprised. “Well, then you can change it so the camera on the back is being used like this.” He taps the screen to turn the forward facing camera off. “Then you hold the phone up in the direction you want to take the picture.”
Instantly, Namjoon is shuffling away from Jungkook and holding the phone up at him. Feeling self conscious, Jungkook shyly smiles and gives him a finger-heart. The phone makes the camera shuttering sounds, which is the only indication to Jungkook that Namjoon is taking pictures. He laughs, realizing the sound probably has no meaning to the dragon. “Do you think you got enough?”
“No,” Namjoon chuckles even as he lowers the phone. “I like pictures of you.” He hands the phone back to Jungkook. There are half a dozen pictures of Jungkook laughing, smiling, and posing for the camera in quick succession.
“These aren’t very good pictures of me,” Jungkook says, getting ready to delete them.
“They are, though! I like your smile,” Namjoon pouts. “Now, how do I get the picture? I saw them large and on the walls in the art gallery. I don’t need anything that big, but how do you get it from the phone to paper?”
Jungkook pauses, blinking up at Namjoon. “You want a physical copy?”
“Yeah? Why wouldn't I?” Namjoon makes it sound so obvious, but Jungkook can’t remember the last time he printed a picture that wasn’t for a report.
“I think I have some photo paper at home,” he says cautiously. “After dinner, I’ll see if I can print some out for you. Maybe we can take better ones?”
“No, I like the ones I took,” Namjoon insists.
Jungkook presses his lips together and just nods, tucking his phone back in his pocket. “Okay, we’ll look at it when we get back.” Namjoon smiles at him brightly, taking his hand once more and waiting to be led on.
In the end, Jungkook settles for a BBQ place and insists on grilling the meat for Namjoon to show him how it's done here. Besides, he wouldn’t be too sure that dragons don’t eat rare meat and Jungkook wants to make sure it’s safe for both of them to eat. He takes the time to show Namjoon how to assemble a ssam with the meat and veggies. The dragon happily follows along and then holds his out to Jungkook for him to taste and let him know if he did it right. Secretly Jungkook thinks Namjoon just wants the praise and he’s happy to give the fae as much as he wants.
“I guess not everything is bad here in the mortal realm,” Namjoon admits as they are finishing up dinner. “The food is pretty good. And the technology is advanced. I guess I can see some perks to wanting to stay here.”
Jungkook blinks, surprised by the dragon’s admission. “Yeah? So, does that mean you’d consider staying here rather than going back?”
Wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin, Namjoon smirks at Jungkook across the round table. “Why? Would you want me to stay?”
The question is playful, but it makes something in Jungkook’s stomach swoop. He could definitely get used to the warmth Namjoon emits laying next to him in bed. Or the way he’s excited as he learns about the world around him.
“And if I did?” Junkook asks, not sure if he would have the courage to ask him to stay otherwise.
Namjoon folds the napkin and tucks it under his plate on the table. “It’s tempting,” Namjoon nods. “Everything here is new and exciting, but I think I would feel trapped here after a long enough time.”
Jungkook frowns. That’s a familiar feeling. “Why do you say that?” he asks cautiously.
“Well, I don’t think I’d be able to be my authentic self here,” Namjoon says thoughtfully. “No one but you knows my true origins. No one would believe me if we told them, but I don’t think it would be safe if I showed them either. I’d have to hide a part of myself for as long as I chose to remain.”
Maybe it’s not the same feeling, exactly, but Jungkook’s heart aches all the same trying to imagine what that would be like for Namjoon. “That’s fair,” he says after a long moment of contemplation. “I could never ask that of you.”
“I guess I just understand a little more why you wouldn’t just stay. To give up everything that’s familiar is a daunting prospect.” Namjoon gives him a soft smile, and Jungkook tries to return it.
Deep down, Jungkook knows that’s only a part of the issue. Are there things he’d miss about the modern world? Sure. He loves movies, television, electronics, but is that enough to want to stay here? In the fae realm, he wouldn’t have to hide who he really was. Fae know humans exist, which is the opposite of a fae moving to the human world. He’d be giving up a lot, but would he be risking the same things? Jungkook doesn’t think so.
His thoughts churn like rocks in a polisher as the two of them make their way back home. The streets are less crowded, but Namjoon continues to hold Jungkook’s hand. It’s a nice weight between his fingers, and the warmth of the dragon helps to keep away the chill of the oncoming evening.
Back at the apartment, Jungkook dusts off his home printer and makes copies of the photos they took together. He manages to find a pack of photo paper buried in the bottom of his desk drawer, so they are at least of decent quality when they come out. He makes two prints of the photograph he took of them together, keeping one for himself, and hands the rest over to Namjoon.
“That’s amazing,” Namjoon says in awe as he runs his fingers over the glossy surface. “It’s fascinating watching the image appear on the blank paper. And it’s not magic?”
Jungkook chuckles and shakes his head. “There’s ink inside the printer, and it mixes the inks together to recreate the colors. My printer isn’t the best, but it’s good enough for this.”
“It’s amazing,” Namjoon confirms with a nod, not tearing his eyes away from the awkward pictures he took of Jungkook earlier. “At least I’ll have something to take home with me when I go.”
“And, um, when do you think that might be?” Jungkook almost doesn’t want to know, but he can’t hope to keep Namjoon here forever. Nor can he afford to feed another full grown adult on his salary if he wants to save for an eventual trip. He looks down at the photo of him and Namjoon together. Will this be the only proof the two of them ever met? That the fae realm exists and Jungkook was there?
Namjoon finally glances up to catch Jungkook’s eyes. “When’s your next day off?”
“Saturday,” Jungkook says. Namjoon blinks at him with a blank stare. “Um, I work for three more days.”
“Three?” Namjoon hums and scratches at his chin. “If you’ll allow me, I’ll stay until your Saturday. If I fail to convince you to come back with me, then I shall return in defeat.”
Jungkook laughs and shakes his head. “Why do you put it like that?”
“Because it’ll be how I feel,” Namjoon says earnestly. He holds up copies of the photographs in his hand. “May we take some more pictures before I go? So I can show everyone that you’re safe and happy?”
Considering Namjoon’s enthusiasm, Jungkook nods in agreement. “Sure, but I’ll probably have to pick up some more photo paper.”
Namjoon’s smiles widens, teeth on full display. “Excellent. May I start now?” He holds his hand out to Jungkook expectantly.
Laughing, Jungkook pulls his phone out and opens the camera app before handing it over to Namjoon. “Knock yourself out.”
Immediately Namjoon lifts the phone and takes a picture of Jungkook before he’s even ready. “Cute,” the dragon mutters to himself.
Jungkook is sitting in the park near his house. The sun is setting over the skyline and the shadows seem to be stretching from the basketball court like they are reaching out towards him. He’s wearing sweatpants and a tank top, drinking water after finishing a run. It can’t be that late, but there aren’t any other people strolling through the park or playing in the playground. It feels deserted.
Lonely.
Peaceful.
Jungkook takes a deep breath, taking in the cool air of the evening settling in around him.
“This is pretty,” comes a deep voice to his left. Jungkook blinks and there, on the park bench next to him, is Taehyung.
The dokkaebi is dressed in a pair of blue jeans with a baggy white button-up, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His feet are still bare where his legs stretch out before him and crossed at the ankles.
“How did you get here?” Jungkook gasps, looking around.
Taehyung slowly shakes his head and tuts. “Still slow on the uptake I see,” he comments. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Jungkook frowns as he caps his water bottle, setting it on the ground next to his feet. “I told you, I don’t have anything to say to you. Or to Jimin. You can leave me alone.”
“If only it were that easy,” Taehyung says. He stretches his arm along the back of the bench, behind Jungkook’s shoulders. “Jimin insists that he wants to talk to you.”
“Then why doesn’t he come himself?” Jungkook can’t help the way he huffs and crosses his arms. “I don’t even know you.”
The bench vibrates as Taehyung taps his fingers along the board running along their backs. “A couple of reasons. First of all, he’s not as good at dream travel as I am. I told you: it’s a talent that not many of us have.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes. “And the other reason?”
“You’ve kept him out.” Taehyung’s fingers wrap around Jungkook’s far shoulder and pull him closer to him along the bench. This close, Jungkook’s eyes are drawn to the swirls over the dokkabi’s skin. He wonders if they are like tattoos or if they’ll feel different under his fingertips. “If you wanted him to, Jimin could slip into the dream. I could even help him, but you’ve kept him away. I wonder why that is.”
“Because he lied to me,” Jungkook says like it’s obvious.
Taehyung hums, his eyes flitting over Jungkook’s face. “Is that the only reason?” His voice is low, almost a whisper with how close they are. It sends surprising shivers over Jungkook’s skin.
“What else would it be?” Jungkook asks, even as he has an inkling of what other possibility exists.
“You tell me,” Taehyung murmurs. He sniffs Jungkook. “You smell like dragon.”
“This is a dream,” Jungkook says plainly. “I probably don’t smell like anything.”
Taehyung’s grin returns, boxy and full of teeth. “That’s where you’re wrong, little human.” Jungkook’s nose scrunches at the pet name Jimin used to use for him coming out of Taehyung’s mouth. “Your scent used to carry a complexity of smells. Like elf, satyr, and cat-síth. Even Jimin’s scent lingered on you when you first returned to the human world, but it’s fading along with the others. But not the dragon.”
Jungkook sniffs. “So what if it is?”
“Why keep the dragon close if you’re going to insist on denying yourself?” Taehyung’s eyes glow an eerie blue, but Jungkook can’t look away. He feels his breath catch in his throat as his words fail him. “I wonder,” the dokkaebi muses.
“Wonder what?” Jungkook asks. It’s easier than answering a question.
“If we’d gone about things differently, would you have let me get close?” Taehyung’s hand slides up Jungkook’s shoulder until his fingers are brushing along the column of Jungkook’s throat. His pulse begins to speed. “If Jimin had been the monster to scare you away from the mirror and I was your savior, would things have ended differently?”
Jungkook frowns, shrugging Taehyung off of him and standing from the bench. “If it had started with a lie, then no. Nothing would have changed,” he says confidently. “You may have gotten close to me for a short time, but the end result would still be the same.”
Taehyung pouts as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and looking up at Jungkook through the curls of his fringe. “That’s a shame.”
Jungkook wakes up, a frown tugging on his lips. Not even the warmth of Namjoon’s arms around him is enough to remove the chill of his dream. The doubt that it’s just a dream is fading. Taehyung is definitely getting into his dreams and Jungkook has no idea how to get him to stop.
Warm plush lips brush against the back of his neck and Namjoon hums. “Awake already?” he murmurs against Jungkook’s neck.
They haven’t fooled around since the first night Namjoon showed up, but Jungkook is enjoying sleeping next to someone. Especially someone who is his own personal furnace, with strong arms and a ridged dick. He wouldn’t mind getting up close and personal with that particular appendage again.
Arms tighten around him, pulling Jungkook flush against Namjoon’s chest. “Not awake?” He nuzzles the nape of Jungkook’s neck sending shivers through him.
“I think I had another dream visitor,” Jungkook grumbles, letting his eyes flutter shut and just be held. “Or, erm, the same one.”
“I can try to keep your dreams away.” A gentle kiss is pressed to the crook of Jungkook’s neck before a playful nibble. “Didn’t think you’d need it.” A hot, wet tongue runs up his throat to the sensitive skin behind his ear.
Jungkook’s breath catches and his cock twitches in interest. “It’s a little late for that,” he sighs, tilting his head to give Namjoon easier access.
Namjoon’s fingers slide up Jungkook’s stomach to his chest, fingers brushing over his nipple and stiffening it to a peak. A moan crawls out Jungkook’s throat, his hips rotating to press back against the growing interest in Namjoon’s shorts. “You sound so pretty,” Namjoon utters between the sharp kiss of teeth and the wet soothing of a hot tongue on Jungkook’s neck.
Zzt! Zzt Zzt! Zzt! Jungkook’s alarm goes off.
“ That sounds less pretty.” Namjoon sighs and buries his face into Jungkook’s shoulder.
Groaning, Jungkook turns around in Namjoon’s arms to face him. He cups the dragon’s face to hold him still to kiss him. “Told you it was too late,” he chuckles. “Not that I’m not interested.” He shifts his hips forward, rutting his hardon along Namjoon’s.
Namjoon grabs Jungkook’s hip, grinding him against himself. He meet’s Jungkook’s eyes with a heated gaze that steals his breath away. “Maybe you can be a little late?”
“I don’t have time for what I want to do,” Jungkook admits, nipping at Namjoon’s bottom lip.
“And what would that be?” Namjoon rolls into him, guiding Jungkook onto his back so he can hover over him. He grinds down against him, their cocks trapped behind thin pieces of cloth as they rub together.
Heat rushes through Jungkook, his legs falling open to allow Namjoon to settle between his legs. “Want to get fucked by you,” he says, feeling brave under the dragon’s attention. “But you’re so big. I don’t have time to get opened up to take that .”
Namjoon gives an inhuman growl and dives down to kiss Jungkook, their lips crashing together with wild abandon. “You tempt me to keep you here and have my way with you,” he says when the kiss breaks. “But I know your work is important to you, so I won’t. But do you trust me?”
“Yes,” the word slips past Jungkook’s lips before he can consider it. Yet, it’s true. Namjoon isn’t Jimin or Taehyung. He’s never tried to deceive or trick Jungkook. He’s been kind, gentle, and generous.
“Good,” Namjoon’s grin turns predatory. “Do you have oil? Or lubricant?”
Jungkook’s face screws up in confusion. “Top drawer,” he says, pointing towards the bedside table.
Scrambling to the side, pressing Jungkook further into the bed so he can reach, Namjoon digs into the drawer to pull out the bottle. Jungkook laughs as the dragon settles between his legs, fiddling with the bottle trying to figure out the pop cap.
“Do you need help with that?” Jungkook teases.
“Not at all,” Namjoon says with pride as the cap opens. He then looks back down at Jungkook. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
Chuckling, Jungkook lifts his hips and struggles to push his boxers down with Namjoon between his legs. The dragon smiles and helps, throwing the discarded underwear aside before running one hot hand up Jungkook’s inner thigh to his groin. With the bottle of lube in the other hand, Namjoon tips it over and pours the cool, slick liquid over Jungkooks’s crotch. He gasps, the lube coating the underside of his cock, his balls, and his thigh.
“That’s a lot,” Jungkook shivers as Namjoon snaps the top shut and tosses it aside.
“I thought you trusted me.” His voice is a low rumble as his hands come together to slather the lube over everything : Jungkook’s dick, his balls, his taint, his thighs. It’s cold and a little uncomfortable, but Jungkook sits back and watches. The way Namjoon’s eyes rake over his body is enough to make Jungkook’s heart race.
Just as Jungkook is about to get restless, Namjoon’s hands slip away to pull down his sleep shorts and reveal his massive cock. It’s long, the flathead shiny with his spicy precome. Jungkook swallows thickly, his hips tilting up as if drawn to the very thing.
Without warning, Namjoon hooks his arms underneath Jungkook’s knees and presses forward, practically folding him in half. Jungkook gives out a cry of surprise as the head of the dragon’s cock prods against his taint.
“Keep your legs together, tight,” Namjoon urges him, shifting Jungkook’s legs together and throwing his ankles over one shoulder.
“What?” Even confused, Jungkook squeezes his thighs together. His hands twist into the sheets as Namjoon’s cock slides between his legs
“Trust me,” Namjoon repeats as he clumsily slides between the muscles of Jungkook’s legs at the apex.
The lube helps with the slide, but Jungkook is still a little confused until Namjoon finally slots into place. The ridges of his cock slide along Jungkook’s balls and line up with the underside of Jungkook’s cock. He gasps, his head falling back as his thighs clench tighter.
“That’s it,” Namjoon groans. “I think I’ve got it now.”
“Fuck,” Jungkook moans as Namjoon gives it one more firm slide, rubbing Jungkook in all the right ways.
Namjoon smirks, pressing a kiss to Jungkook’s leg. “Hold on,” is the only warning Jungkook has before the dragon starts thrusting against him at a brutal pace. It’s all wet sounds, hot skin, and the ridges of a dragon cock against all the sensitive parts of Jungkook.
The pace is so strong Jungkook starts to shift up the bed. He throws his hands up against the headboard to keep from hitting his head, the pillows being pushed aside. Namjoon’s grunts are almost feral and it makes Jungkook’s head spin.
“You feel so good,” Namjoon groans. “I bet you’d feel even better inside. Do you like it, Jungkook?”
“Yes,” Jungkook gasps, his heart racing and the pressure building in his lower belly. “Fuck, your cock feels so good.”
“Yeah?” Namjoon growls, his arms tightening around Jungkook’s leg as his hips continue to snap against the back of Jungkook’s thighs. The slap of skin on skin stings a little, but that only adds to the mounting pleasure.
Dizzy with pleasure, Jungkook reaches between his legs where Namjoon’s cock continues to thrust against him. He tries to wrap his fingers around the tip, holding the cock against his own to keep it in place. The constant pressure and friction has his back bowing off the mattress.
“I’m going to come,” Jungkook gasps, feeling the tension string tight through him.
“Do it.” The command is simple, with nothing but raw desire and heat behind it.
Jungkook’s vision goes white as he comes, his orgasm coating his fingers and Namjoon’s cock as it continues to thrust against him. Only a few thrusts more and a new, wet heat is flying across Jungkook's chest and pooling on his skin. Namjoon’s thrusts slow, his panting heavy as he works himself through his own climax. Jungkook’s legs feel like jelly, only staying up across Namjoon’s chest because the dragon is holding him there.
Gently, Namjoon lowers Jungkook’s legs to one side, giving him the space to lean down over him and press their lips together. “You’re amazing,” the dragon says between the heated press of lips.
Jungkook cups Namjoon’s face with his clean hand, fingers tracing the lines of scales over the man’s cheek. “I am exhausted, but I am a mess. Help me take a shower?”
“Of course,” Namjoon smiles and gives him one more kiss before helping Jungkook up and leading him to the bathroom.