Jungkook barely finishes speaking before Yoongi leans forward, kissing him again. It's not necessarily the best time or place, the seclusion of the spot not absolute, but he doesn't care. He almost wishes someone would see. It's fucking romantic, as far as he's concerned, the way they struggle to keep their hands off of each other, and disappointing, at the same time, that it's even necessary. It's impossible not to dream of a time, a world, where he could freely stop and kiss Jungkook whenever he wants and not care what anyone around them thinks.

"Neither could I," he murmurs, a hand at Jungkook's cheek. "You're very hard to resist, you know that?" He's so strikingly beautiful, though Yoongi knows Jungkook doesn't see himself that way. Yoongi can't see him any other way.