God, he wants it. Jungkook wants that day as much as anything he's imagined, wants the grand and sweeping gestures, wants a romance that he can shout about from the rooftops. He's a romantic by nature — a sucker for all of the cute dramas where one partner slowly wears down the other, where one of them makes some giant display of affection that the other pretends to hate but secretly loves. If they had the safe space to do so, Jungkook thinks he'd bring Yoongi flowers every day, that they'd share a kiss at least every five minutes, no less.

And as much as he hates that they can't have that right now, it doesn't stop Jungkook from quickly looking around, spotting a little space hidden behind vendor tarps that he quickly leads Yoongi behind, lips parted and face all flushed as he leans in and presses his lips to Yoongi's.

"Sorry," he breathes. "I guess I couldn't wait."