His jeans are too tight to roll up as far as Jungkook would like, but he figures that no one will judge him too much for being a bit wet when they come off the beach, so Jungkook starts to walk further ahead with abandon, lingering only enough to make sure Yoongi's hand is still clasped in his own. He beams, seeing Yoongi overcome with laughter, forgetting to react to the cold on his own. Only seconds later does Jungkook realize that his teeth are chattering just a little.

March is beautiful, but winter's chill clings onto it desperately, with every breeze that rushes past them.

"Cold? You're already cold?" Jungkook teases, ignoring the shiver that runs down his spine when a small wave washes over their calves. "No way, come on. We have to at least get knee-deep. No falling behind, old man."