There are times when, for no particular reason at all, all Yoongi wants to do is wrap Jungkook up in his arms and hold him. It might be as much knowing that he can't as it is anything else, but he longs to slip his arms around Jungkook's waist and rest his chin on his shoulder as they gaze into the tank together. Someday, he thinks. When things have changed enough that they can have kids, they'll have changed enough that he can hold his boyfriend — his husband then probably — without people commenting or staring or anything else. For now, he stands close, holding his hand.

"So cool," he agrees. The tank is dense with kelp and other, smaller fish dart around, but the big fish keeps his attention. It's the kind that clearly tries to blend in with its ocean floor, but its size makes that impossible. Fish must have terrible eyesight. "Do fish have teeth? I don't think I've ever really thought about that. I know sharks do, but, like, regular fish?"