Even though it still feels selfish to have stolen Yoongi for himself for the entirety of this weekend, Jungkook can't help but revel in how freeing it is to be absent of any obligations, even those to the rest of their friends. Jungkook doesn't have to worry about making any of them uncomfortable, doesn't have to worry about not sparing enough of Yoongi's time for the rest of them. He can indulge himself with every look, can pull Yoongi away behind any corner for a kiss. It feels almost too good to be true, but it reinforces the knowledge in Jungkook's mind that this is all he wants. This is how he wants the rest of his life to play out, at Yoongi's side, the two of them together.

The smile that he wears now is affectionate, even proud. He cups Yoongi's jaw with his hand, letting the other arm snake around his waist, pulling him close. When the two of them are pressed up against each other like this, it emphasizes their height difference, and Jungkook finds himself quietly pleased with the way it feels to crane his neck just so, keeping Yoongi close and letting himself be protective.

"Are you happy?" Jungkook asks, even though the answer seems obvious. He still wants to hear it, wants to etch every moment firmly in his memory — of what it's like to see Yoongi like this, so many of his burdens lifted. That's always mattered most to Jungkook, more even than his own well-being.