“If I have stars over my head I deserve to not have to work ever.” You said in return, mimicking the silly expression of puffed cheeks that Jackson used to pose with in the camera. He instantly chuckled, holding the phone closer to your face to enunciate the cloud-like appearance it took on.

At that you fidgeted back, towards Yoongi’s sat frame. Happy with the proximity, Yoongi wasted no time to let his arm find its way to a purchase around your waist, hugging you tighter against him.

“I looked like a chipmunk-”

“I know.” He laughed further, turning his head as Namjoon called to him somewhere next to other members of Jackson’s group. “That’s why I was laughing.” 

You huffed, slumping back against Yoongi’s shoulder, while your boyfriend in question watched with a feigning stare of disinterest as Jackson wandered off to whatever conversation he had been called too. “Your cheek is like a chipmunk too.” He looked down at your shining irises with only enough time to realize the prod of a gentle fingertip against the plush apple was from your finger. “Pouting for the camera or-”

“I’m not pouting.” He muttered, tightening the grip of his hand against the sleekness of your dress. Before you found a retort, his lips pressed down to your shoulder. Your mouth made a line, bringing a gentle ghost of your hand over his, adding warmth as he tugged you even closer. “Think he would send me the pictures of you so I can crop him out and keep the pieces of you?”

“Yoongi,” You giggled, shifting to cause his head to lift and find a line between to your eyes. “You don’t need to be jealous.”

“’m not.” He shrugged, losing sight of the connection between irises to instead look at the style of your hair, then the radiation of light off your being erupting out to him in the dim environment like the twinkling in a night sky. The second glass of wine was likely a cause of the imaginative thinking, but it wasn’t a wrong comparison. “I just want the pictures because you’re pretty.” 

“Mmm,” Your fingertips tensed overtop of his hand, but you ignored the option to bring attention to the little giddiness from his words. You’d think you’d be used to it by now. “Well,” Your head tilted, finding the return of his bottom lips slightest pout. “I’m right here.” 

“Y/N-” Out of the stupor of Yoongi’s presence you were brought back to reality, by the gentle call somewhere behind your shoulder. You arched yourself to find Jackson, whom you recognized the voice from, while Yoongi’s chin perched in place atop your shoulder. Eyebrows were once again narrowed as you called back a response at his inquisition. “We were going to the bar did you want me to bring you back another drink?”

Yoongi’s nostrils heaved in the smallest breath, taking a grab onto the obviously playful chide aimed by Jackson’s innocent eyes. He was like that even before Yoongi and you began dating. Sighing gently, Yoongi released the bits of irritation, knowing better to fall for the banter, but couldn’t stop myself from beating you to the answer,

“We’re going to be leaving soon, so don’t worry about it.” 

Jackson raised an eyebrow, grin just as playful as the words as he wooed, Bambam beside him joining in as Namjoon began tugging the two away. You kept your lip tightened between your teeth, not yet wanting to stir away the hug of his frame against yours. 

“We’re going home?” An inquire matched with a raised eyebrow. Yoongi shrugged, avoiding the knowing stare by means of his eyelashes tickling the arch of your neck. “Thought you weren’t jealous-”

“I’m not,” He reinstated, pecking lips against a freckle and smiling with your tightening grip around his hand. “I’m not jealous, I’m just practicing my pout.” 

“Thought you weren’t pouting?”