"It never gets old," Yoongi says, quiet, even solemn. Even having such good friends to turn to, there are so many times when Yoongi has felt alone in the world, unwanted, unloved, or at least unnecessary. How could he ever tire of hearing otherwise from the person he loves most in this world? How could he tire of saying it. Jungkook has a point, though. Far from their own world, there's a freedom they don't usually have except in his room, in their most unguarded moments, when no one else is around, no one to worry will overhear. There's no one to be afraid of in Busan, and while they still can't exactly parade their relationship for anyone to see, there's a greater sense of openness, too.

He lifts his head a little, chin resting on Jungkook's shoulder. "It never could." He craves affection in general, more than he ever wants to admit; with Jungkook, though, it doesn't feel like a confession. Jungkook knows him better than anyone else anyway. And it's his affection Yoongi wants most of all. "I never get tired of saying it either."