"Oh, I do," Jungkook says lightly, wagging his head slightly. "You don't want to know how many times I've asked myself what else I can do in those five minutes." Sometimes, Jungkook thinks that they'd be all too obvious to anyone who might come across them in the bathroom, the way their slippers squeak against the floor, the way Jungkook sometimes pushes Yoongi up against the stall wall. Thankfully, the walls of the stall run fairly low, the odds of anyone ducking to check being pretty low.

Low enough that the risk lends their visits a reasonable amount of allure.

Jungkook takes Yoongi's hand without pause, giving it a squeeze and tracing over Yoongi's knuckle with his index finger. He's always loved how easily their hands fit together — even with Yoongi being a couple of inches shorter, their hands are comparable in size. Yoongi's knuckles and joints are a little more pronounced than Jungkook's own, and it's always felt particularly masculine to Jungkook, matching the low timbre of his voice.

"Aquarium's this way," he grins, tilting his head in the direction of the path they came from.