Hundreds of miles away from Seoul, Jungkook finds that he's never felt more at home. All he ever needs is this, to have Yoongi in his arms, to feel his warmth and the way his lips chase after Jungkook's own. Jungkook groans softly against the contact, heart thudding in his ears, and reminds himself that it's okay to take things slowly. They have the luxury of time and distance, the luxury of being so entirely safe and secure together as a pair; Jungkook lets his fingers slowly weave through the soft strands of Yoongi's hair, tousling them as the tip of his tongue presses carefully further, waiting for permission.

The situation is probably at least a little ridiculous, the two of them tucked away like this amidst empty produce boxes and dusty tarps. There's no view of the sea, no mountaintops or noticeable horizon, but when they're together, Jungkook finds that any place can be just about perfect.

"At this rate," he huffs through a laugh as he leans back for air, "it's going to be pretty tough for me to walk in a minute."