Yoongi shakes his head at him, fond. "What, you and me?" he asks. Half the time or more, he forgets that's even the case. Even at home, they live so much in their own little world, kept safe staying in their small circle of friends. It's only when they move beyond that or around their parents that he becomes more aware of how dangerous this still could be for them.

But they're safe here, he reasons, just another pair of tourists, no one paying them much attention.

Already he can smell the salt sting of the ocean on the air, though he's not sure they're all that close quite yet. It's refreshing, putting him in mind of trips to the beach with the others, watching them race down the shore. The beach has always felt like a place of freedom.

"It is sort of romantic," he agrees, "when it isn't just annoying."