Hands curling in Jungkook's shirt, Yoongi looks up at him, his own smile soft and fond. "I am," he says, and he feels it entirely. There are times when even his happiness is tinged with melancholy, but there's nothing like that here, only a warm and quiet content running through him. They've had months of this, and still it takes him a little by surprise when he just stands here and lets himself feel it. For so long, he didn't think he'd get this kind of happiness in his life; now he can't imagine living without it.

He leans into the hand at his cheek, eyes fluttering briefly closed. They're free, nothing hold them back from simply being as they are. Wandering the street stalls and eating whatever catches their eye is something they could easily do back home, but it's different here, the caution and concern lifting away. There's only them. He wants to hold onto this forever.

"I'm so happy." He tugs gently at fabric, urging Jungkook closer still. "You make me so happy."