"Screw 'em," Yoongi agrees, fingertips tracing along Jungkook's jaw, his pulse fluttering under the press of his lips. The way Jungkook treats him always leaves him a little in awe; it's not like he's something fragile, it's that he's to be cherished, every bit of him worthy of reverence. He's never seen himself that way, but Jungkook does, and Yoongi never gets over it. Surely his parents felt he was something precious when he was little, but even that was different and very long ago.

He could, he thinks, stop right here in the middle of the sidewalk and kiss Jungkook. Screw 'em. The last thing he wants, though, is to mar this trip with any trouble that might come of it. On the beach, he tells himself. They'll find some privacy by the water and then he'll kiss him until they can barely catch their breath.

"If you found something you really love, who cares how you got there?"