Yoongi laughs at the sound Jungkook makes, slinging his arm around the other boy's shoulder so he can lean in to kiss his cheek. Hidden away behind locked doors, he's so easily affectionate, so happy just to dote on Jungkook. He likes this part of him, likes how easy it is just to be happy and in love. He has much more practice hiding, even now.

"Ah, see?" he says, nuzzling against Jungkook's neck. "So we have to go see the city. It wouldn't be right to come all this way and — did he ever mention anywhere in particular?" If there's somewhere in this city that has definite memories connected to Jungkook's father, they have to go, even if those memories happened long before Jungkook was born.

He pulls away to open his bag, digging into it to retrieve his wallet before they head out.