Yoongi hesitates, weighing the options in front of him. It's not like he has to get the shopping done today. They could easily just stay in, inevitably wind up curled up in bed, comfortable and safe. He longs to stay put, anchored by Jungkook right where he is. On the other hand, letting himself be frightened into hiding doesn't sit well with him. Besides, they need the groceries if they're going to cook together, and maybe that would be good for them, something fun and domestic to set them back at ease.

"Yeah," he says finally. "Not yet, but soon, yeah. It'll be fun, right? And we can make dinner together." It feels strangely brave to say so when what he really wasn't is to stay where he is, remembering suddenly that being out of the house means going back to the way things used to be, held carefully at the smallest of distances. He hates that part of being outside together, knowing there are few situations where they can safely linger in each other's hold for long. It's tempting to say fuck it and insist on holding hands for the duration of their trip, but they'll be too close to home for that. He won't risk adding fuel to Jungkook's brother's suspicions.

He tips his head, pressing kisses along Jungkook's jaw toward his ear. "Stay tonight?"