Yoongi lets out a soft laugh, tugging gently at Jungkook's arm. "You thought I was straight," he points out. "It's not a bad thing to be." It's safe. As much as he'd like to be able to shout his love from the rooftops, he still considers himself a private person. It's Jungkook he wants to share; his sexuality never seemed like anyone else's concern. They're lucky they can pass, as long as they're careful, even if it feels like a curse to need to.

Someday, he tells himself. Things will change or they'll go somewhere they've changed already. Someday they'll stand on a city street, the crowd passing by as he kisses Jungkook, and no one will care.

"I think she thought I'd grow out of it," he admits. "That I just didn't know better yet. But she mostly just wanted me to be safe." And this, what he is, what he has with Jungkook, feels safer than anything else he's ever known.