"Yeah." Yoongi leaned into Ten's touch and wondered whether Ten had any idea of how much he wanted to pull him up and walk him over to the bed, already kissing, push him down and ravage him. Ravage him, that actual term. That was what he was thinking right now.

He huffed out a breath and shook his head, looking up to look at Ten. What was he supposed to do or say? He was an adult, he was a star. He was supposed to have confidence. "Just friends?"