Yoongi makes a sound of exasperation, quickening his step until he can reach out for Jungkook, fingers catching in his sleeve. "Oh, I'm a snob now," he says wryly, "just because I don't like things so sweet?" If he could, he would pin Jungkook up against the wall, tease him into relenting, but there's only so much he can do here without drawing too much attention. Instead he slips his arms around Jungkook's waist, pulling him in against his chest until he can press his face briefly to hide against Jungkook's neck.

It is, admittedly, probably a fair assessment and Yoongi knows he couldn't speak any real Italian if his life depended on it. In fact, he has no intention of trying. "I can't do any better," he admits, but he's not going to prove that and make a complete idiot of himself. He just hangs onto Jungkook, brushing a kiss against his neck. Truthfully, Jungkook's willingness to make a fool of himself is at once adorable and attractive to Yoongi. In spite of his apparent confidence, he's always been more self-conscious than he'd like to let on.