"Okay, fair point," Yoongi says, soft against Jungkook's hair as he presses a kiss to the top of his head. He doesn't understand a lot of things, but he's sure of that much: that Jungkook loves him every bit as much as Yoongi loves Jungkook. He's not sure anyone — anyone — has ever loved him at once so deeply and so purely, true and intense and enduring, without a trace of obligation or regret. It's a gift beyond anything anyone has ever given him, anything he's ever known. He has no way of knowing what that feels like for Jungkook for sure, but he's pretty certain all the same that this is a love of equals, that they love each other just as absolutely.

Running his hand down Jungkook's back, he closes his eyes, enjoying the soft tease of kisses against his chest, reminding him how badly he still wants Jungkook in this moment. "I just mean..." He sighs, a hum of pleasure in his throat. "I'm lucky too." It feels so small compared to the enormity of what it is to be caught up in something like this, a passionate romance like he never thought he'd ever know. But then, he figures, Jungkook probably thought the same thing. Words are limited, or at least his are, no matter how hard he tries. Even music falters in the face of this. He's not sure he'll ever find a way to convey it properly, but then, Jungkook already understands. Far from Seoul, he thinks maybe he's never felt quite so at home.