Yoongi nods, thoughtful. He likes the city, but he thinks that's probably because there's always noise in the city, the world a symphony of traffic and voices. He imagines instead a life in the country with Jungkook, though, and he thinks that would be alright. The house wouldn't feel so quiet, so strained, with the both of them there. Silence wouldn't feel the same. Sometimes they curl up together and don't say a word, and Yoongi never minds that.

"Then we'll live by the water," he says, "or somewhere in the countryside." He likes the city, but he loves Jungkook, and he'll follow wherever he goes, indulgent and adoring. "Where would you want to go?"