Yoongi laughs, slapping at Jungkook's side. "Yah, you're so ridiculous," he says, glancing over and rolling his eyes. It's too absurd to take as a compliment, and yet, underneath the over-the-top nature of it, it's not like he doesn't believe Jungkook also means it. How lucky they are, that they can make each other laugh so easily.
He rests his head on Jungkook's shoulder, enjoying the way Jungkook touches his hair. There's something absurdly satisfying about having his hair stroked like this. He suspects Jin would have some kind of cat-related comment to make if he ever said as much near the others, though. The waves surge and crash against their shins, the sand shifting under their feet, and Yoongi closes his eyes, letting himself feel like they're drifting away on the tide.
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He rests his head on Jungkook's shoulder, enjoying the way Jungkook touches his hair. There's something absurdly satisfying about having his hair stroked like this. He suspects Jin would have some kind of cat-related comment to make if he ever said as much near the others, though. The waves surge and crash against their shins, the sand shifting under their feet, and Yoongi closes his eyes, letting himself feel like they're drifting away on the tide.