Yoongi says that he's happy, and Jungkook feels the words almost more than he hears them — in the way Yoongi's fingers curl in the fabric of Jungkook's jacket, in the way Yoongi leans into Jungkook's palm. Jungkook lets out a small exhale, almost a laugh, struck again by how often he still has these moments where he suddenly and wholly falls in love with Yoongi, over and over again. There's nothing in the world better than sharing these feelings out and in the open, with few worries hanging over their heads.

Perhaps this is when he should say something — a word of thanks for sharing this weekend, or an attempt to explain again just how dear Yoongi is to Jungkook, but Jungkook finds that nothing that comes to mind can quite suffice.

So instead, he leans in again and presses his lips tenderly to Yoongi's, holding the contact for a couple of seconds before he deepens the kiss, mapping the line of Yoongi's mouth and letting his tongue slip out to taste. There's still a sweetness lingering on the skin, probably from the hotteok, and Jungkook chases after it insistently.

"I love you," he breathes, lips curving into a smile.