"Our song," Yoongi echoes, smiling. It is their song. They have so many, and each one has its meaning, but nothing's ever going to be quite like this, a perpetual reminder of their confessions. His hand lifting to Jungkook's hair, he breathes in deeply, eyes falling shut. "I think we have good reason to play favorites. God, I love you."

He drops his head to press a kiss to Jungkook's shoulder, grinning against fabric. "We should get out of here," he says. "If we stay much longer, I'm not leaving." It would be so easy to keep kissing, to fall into Jungkook's arms, sink back into bed, and refuse to go anywhere else, but they came to Busan to explore, not just to have sex. That can wait for later.