Maybe people will be able to spot him in this alley — maybe Jungkook doesn't care. In moments like these, when his entire being feels suffused with a sharp protectiveness over Yoongi, Jungkook thinks that there isn't anything that he'd let stand in his way. He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to Yoongi's lips, lingering and making the most of their time. They're in Busan; there can't be that much that anyone can do to them, can't be much that would ever make its way back to Seoul. Kissing another boy isn't a crime, even if marriage isn't accepted yet, even if society doesn't find it tasteful. But that's fine.

Jungkook doesn't need their acceptance to keep going.

"Not as good as mine, but better," he replies, tone equally soft as Jungkook ducks his head just enough to keep his gaze locked with Yoongi's. It isn't hard to see that there's a bit of shame there in Yoongi's expression — it's possible that he wants to hide, never one to enjoy putting his emotions out there in the open. But as much as Jungkook doesn't want to make Yoongi uneasy, he also doesn't want to simply let Yoongi be, to let him retreat into that shame without trying to cast a light over the shadows. Jungkook nudges himself close, comforted by the weight of Yoongi's arms around his waist. "I never watched anyone this carefully until you, you know. I learned how to love this much from being with you."