There's something about being out in public together that always heightens Yoongi's awareness of Jungkook. It's all the things he can't do or that he has to lower his voice to say. It's frustrating, but there's a certain pleasure, too, in the restraint required. In the knowledge that he'll make up for it tonight when they get back to their room.

Right now, he'd like to reach over, his hand at Jungkook's cheek, and step closer to kiss him, the food he carries be damned and all the people around them with it. Instead, he simply smiles. "No, you're making perfect sense," he says. He might keep his hands to himself, but he can't take his eyes off of Jungkook. "I don't ever want to share that with anyone else either. I like being yours. In every possible way." It's hard to imagine sharing any of this with another person now. He wouldn't want to; it wouldn't be fair. Even if, by some awful twist of fate, they were separated, he knows he could only ever compare anyone else to Jungkook, always unfavorably.