Yoongi laughs, head falling briefly back against Jungkook's shoulder. It is, he realizes, exactly the kind of thing he always told himself not to imagine. Dreaming up impossible adventures is only asking to get hurt when they turn out to be exactly that — impossible. He's tried hard not to think up too much of a future for himself. At least, he used to try. For years, it's felt safer just to let life happen as it comes, knowing only that he'll go to school and then get a job somewhere practical. A dull life, but a safe one, predictable, easy, no heartbreak when he doesn't get what he wants. Dreams seemed dangerous.

But it's so easy to dream with Jungkook, so easy to envision a future unfolding for two. To imagine racing around Europe, always at each other's sides, laughing, holding hands, kissing against a brilliant blue Mediterranean sky.

"Very nice," he says, grinning. "Your English is pretty good." It is, at least, good enough that, between the two of them, they should be able to navigate alright, especially if they bring along a useful phrase book. So he'll save, he thinks. He's already putting money aside in case he needs to get Jungkook out of here to safety; that money could easily turn into a fund for a European trip if that need never arises. "We barely even need a little book."