There's still tension in Yoongi's body, pulling tight at his shoulders, and he has to focus to try and rid himself of it. He takes slow, steady breaths, gaze traveling slowly over the lines of Jungkook's face, the sweet tug of his smile, the warmth in his eyes. It's so fucking easy to feel small and unimportant and stupid, but when Jungkook holds him close, it's almost as easy to feel special and loved, even inspiring. Jungkook's always been good at that. Even when they first met, when he was just a wide-eyed kid trailing after Yoongi, it made him feel like he mattered to someone. Now he can imagine Jungkook following him around the world and he wants it so badly, he knows he'll do whatever it takes to make it happen. They deserve that, a lifetime of love and adventure.

"We will," he says. "Everywhere. Anywhere you want to go, we'll go." Saying it, Yoongi realizes he's thinking of it all wrong. He follows Jungkook as eagerly as he ever followed Yoongi; wherever they wind up, it'll be hand in hand. "Vienna, Athens, Rome, New York, everywhere." His smile tugs at his mouth and he nudges his nose against Jungkook's. "I like watching you see things. Experience things." They should move and he knows it, but even knowing they aren't far from the hotel now isn't enough to keep him from leaning in to kiss Jungkook, hands curling in his shirt and holding him close.