There's a part of Yoongi that wonders if they should stick around. They paid for the tickets, after all, and the aquarium is full of animals it would be fun to see up close. It's not like they have to run off over some lovesick need to be touching each other at all times. He looks down the sign, considering their options. "Otters are cute," he says, swinging Jungkook's hand between them as a little nod to the fact that otters like holding hands, too. "But..."

But even when it doesn't lead to sex, he loves cuddling. He loves lazing in bed with Jungkook, clothed or naked, lost in each other's eyes. He loves simply being together, talking idly or not at all, the way they can be comfortable in silence, the way they're still learning about each other, the soft circles Jungkook draws against his skin, the warmth of his back under Yoongi's palm. It's ridiculous, he tells himself. They came here to do things, to see Busan, and all he cares about is seeing Jungkook.

Is it that ridiculous? he counters to himself. In twenty years, what is he going to remember and value more, the sight of an otter or the way Jungkook looks as he wonders about the happiness of sharks? The value of the trip isn't so much in what they're doing as it is in that they're doing it together.