Yoongi glances over, a little surprised, and all he wants is to stop and curl up close against Jungkook, to wrap him tight in his arms. They protect each other, he thinks. They shield each other. And it helps to think, just for a moment, that this is the case, that he can be for Jungkook even a fraction of the relief that Jungkook is to him. It's a relief to look up and see that they're not much further from the hotel now, because he just wants to hold his boyfriend and kiss him and tell him how much he loves him, and it's fucking stupid that he can't yet, because his heart is too full not to. Jungkook is happy to be with him even in moments when Yoongi can barely stand himself.

"Good," he says, soft. "I like it, too. It feels... safe." It seems like such a small word when there's no good reason he should feel any other way, but it's true and it's important to him. He doesn't always feel safe alone, and he doesn't feel safe sharing these things with most people. But with Jungkook, he's secure. He's home.