"Not really that I remember of," Jungkook replies, the slight lilt of his voice remaining with the feel of Yoongi's breath against his neck. It's hard to maintain the willpower needed to keep his distance, hard to stop his contented sigh or the way his hand immediately reaches for Yoongi's shirt, teasing at the hem, just barely refraining from slipping underneath to reach for smooth skin.

It's easier to focus on the more tangible details than to wrack his brain too much for the things his father used to say about Busan. Anything he comes up with might be a fabrication of his own making, ways he's used to fill up the blanks left behind by his father's passing.

He'd rather not stumble and make such a mistake.

"But I know that he liked fish cakes, and they're pretty popular here. Oh, and hotteok, the kind with seeds," Jungkook says, his steps subconsciously keeping him at pace with Yoongi as they meander around the room. "And there are definitely childhood photos of my dad wandering around Gamcheon, so I want to go there."