"Um, excuse you, don't you dare forget about Lee Ji-eun," Jungkook murmurs with a smirk, though he finds himself unable to push the joke too far with the way Yoongi looks at him now, fond and on the cusp of disbelief. Yoongi looks at Jungkook like he still can't quite comprehend being loved — and Jungkook only recognizes his expression as such because it's how Jungkook finds himself feeling, endless awe at having the one person he wanted most. "And I might've loved Taehyung for the week and a half before he finally introduced me to you guys."

It doesn't take long before Jungkook's expression softens. No, Yoongi's right. Yoongi's the only love Jungkook's had who counts; whatever he thought might have been love before pales in comparison to what they share now. Even compared to December, Jungkook finds himself having fallen so much deeper, smiling as he lets his gaze rake over all the little moles and marks that Jungkook's now memorized across Yoongi's skin.

"What you should do is pretty simple," Jungkook whispers, nudging Yoongi's nose with his own, then coaxing them back closer to the quickly warming spray of water, having forgotten that they're far away from home, in a place where there's the luxury of time. "Keep loving me. You don't have to do anything else. Just being loved by you is everything." He leans in, nipping at Yoongi's lips, a sharp intake of breath when he feels the spray of mist hit his shoulders.