Yoongi leans in, rests his forehead against Jungkook's, his smile warm and open. He knows they should still be at least a little careful. Still, it seems doubtful that anyone who sees them will care all that much about the two of them holding hands and talking close, about lingering looks. They might be bothered, but most people, he's willing to bet, will keep it to themselves anyway if they're offended, and who gives a fuck about them anyway?

"Everywhere," he echoes. "Absolutely everywhere. Paris. New York. London. Tiny places in between where no one goes, just us."

The elevator dings and the doors slides open, and Yoongi steps backwards into the empty elevator, not waiting for the doors to close again before he kisses Jungkook. "Anywhere you want to go." He'll make it happen. As long as they're together, Yoongi knows, that will be more than enough, but still he craves the chance to give Jungkook everything he could dream of.