It isn't much longer before Yoongi pulls away, too, giving the ray one more stroke before he steps aside to wipe his hands. "Bye," he says to it, glancing back at the line and grinning as a little girl scurries up to take their place.

"Mm, true," he says as he reaches to hook his arm through Jungkook's. "They're not as clear-cut. Though I guess that's why we'd get a dog and not a stingray."

He likes the idea of it, the life they'll have, the two of them post-college and service in a little house with a piano and a kid and a dog running around at their feet. The days would never be quiet then, always awash in laughter and music. They're small, simple dreams, he thinks — not easy, necessarily, but manageable, and all the better for being shared.