Yoongi arches an eyebrow at him, watching as he gathers the food. "Of course I can handle my spice," he says. "Bring it on." Starting with fishcakes seems like a perfect idea, his stomach rumbling as he takes in the fragrant scent wafting up from the stall. It's ridiculous when they ate not that long ago, but at least it means he has room for all the delicious food on this street.

He's loathe to let go of Jungkook's hand, but he does, reaching for a cup to fill with broth. They can't get food, pay, or even eat if they're holding hands.

Well, no, he thinks, they'd figure it out. They've managed before. It's just easier this way. It leaves him unencumbered enough to pay the nice woman running the stall, too, before looking around for somewhere they won't be in the way as they eat.