"Gguk-ah," Yoongi exclaims, hurrying after him. Pulling up alongside him, he swats at Jungkook's ass, but he can't quite manage to pull his face into the scowl he intends. It's impossible to hear such things and not get a little riled up, but Yoongi is all too aware that they're back on a busy street, surrounded by aunties who, while they've probably seen plenty, would undoubtedly be shocked all the same if they knew what the two of them were whispering about.
It's a hurdle, but he likes it, too, admittedly.
"You can be, I'm blaming you right now. You can't just say these things." Not and leave him hanging like this. They've got hours before they head back to the hotel, he's sure, and he has to spend them with these thoughts dancing around his head.
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It's a hurdle, but he likes it, too, admittedly.
"You can be, I'm blaming you right now. You can't just say these things." Not and leave him hanging like this. They've got hours before they head back to the hotel, he's sure, and he has to spend them with these thoughts dancing around his head.