There's a part of Jungkook that's tempted to push their luck just a touch more, to linger in the bathroom longer so that they can revel in each other's company, lingering in their embrace in the way that they usually do. But better sense tells Jungkook that they've probably pushed their luck far enough as it is, and there's no way of knowing whether or not the aquarium might suddenly become more crowded, families streaming in after the lunch rush and taking up more of the stalls. So he sighs, cupping both of Yoongi's cheeks briefly, reluctantly pulling himself away afterwards and running his fingers through his hair.

How's my hair? he mouths, arching a brow at Yoongi as he steps back far enough to hook his shoe on the toilet's handle and flushes. He nods at the stall door, indicating that Yoongi should probably leave first, with his complexion having recovered a little more. (Or so Jungkook assumes. He doesn't have a mirror to glance in, but he's pretty sure that his cheeks are still on fire.)