The jokes do nothing to soften the overwhelming awe sweeping through Yoongi. If anything, he's worried that, if he laughs, it might turn into crying — just a little, but he doesn't want to do it, not when they're so happy. It feels absurd to be on the edge of that, enough so that he almost starts laughing anyway. For a second, it feels like everything's hit him all at once, like being away from home together has given him space to see it all so clearly again. It's hard to understand how he got here, why he gets to be this happy, this loved.

He's used to being the one in control, wanting to be, but sometimes Jungkook takes the lead, like now, nudging Yoongi gently back under the water. It's like he sees Yoongi in a way no one else ever has, like he can read in Yoongi's face that he needs that right now. Just for a moment, just long enough to regain his balance. The water slides over him and he sighs, eyes closing as he tips his head up into the kiss. Between all the walking around they've done today and the sex, he's more tired than he cares to admit, and hot water feels good against sore muscles. It's hard sometimes for him to acknowledge that this is okay, that what they have isn't going anywhere. Happiness has felt so fleeting and fragile these last few years. Sometimes he has to remind himself that won't happen here. This is for life.

"I couldn't stop even if I wanted to," he says softly. "And I'd never want to." He just can't imagine a future without Jungkook now, let alone one where he ever stops loving him. That Jungkook feels the same is both obvious and incredible. Yoongi rubs at Jungkook's shoulders, palms sliding against slick skin, and shakes his head. Sometimes it just feels too good to be real, and yet, he thinks, nothing else in his life is as real as this. "You're everything."