Yoongi's hardly about to be outdone, so if Jungkook wants to wade in, then Yoongi will do so as well. Kicking off his shoes, he sets them down beside Jungkook's. The sand is warm beneath his feet, imparting the heat it's drawn from the sun, but still cooler than Yoongi expected, and only bound to get colder as they near the water.

He reaches out for Jungkook's hand and starts down the shore, picking his way between other visitors, glancing over at Jungkook. "At least," he agrees. Back home, headed to the beach with the others, he remembers watching the younger boys run shouting down the sand, nothing but the seven of them for miles, as far as he could tell. Like the world was finally theirs, the way they always felt it should be, the way adults never let it be. Funny how, here, in the midst of more people, Jungkook is more fully his. He doesn't mind sharing him with their friends, but it's nice to be able to walk down the beach holding his boyfriend's hand without anyone trying to steal him away for something more exciting.

"We can handle a little cold."