Yoongi makes a small, pleased sound as he leans into the kiss, a hand sliding into Jungkook's hair. A graveyard should be the wrong place for this, but Yoongi doesn't care. There's something romantic about it — like they're the only spark of life, vivid and burning bright, in the middle of all this death. Unlike everyone else here, they have their whole future ahead of them, and the thought of it warms Yoongi.

He leans his forehead against Jungkook's, sighing. "That's all I want, too," he says quietly. "And I know you will. We'll both work hard and... I dream about it, you know. I think all the time about our life together." The both of them will work hard, he knows, to earn everything they've imagined, a whole life unfolding before them. Of course their parents will be proud. He has to believe that.