Yoongi laughs, head tipping back. When they're in bed, saying such things comes easily, but outside the room, it's still a surprise to hear how dirty Jungkook can be when no one else is listening. "I don't think I'd mind," he says. "I like that too much to worry about my stomach. But, ah, you're probably right."

Besides, as much as those words spark desire, he really is hungry, and they came to Busan to see the city, not just hole up in a motel. They'll have all night for that, no need to worry if they're being too loud. It's the best of both worlds, all he could ask for for his birthday.

"Later, though," he says, grinning. "Definitely later."

For now, he takes in the sight of the city around them, scanning street signs to determine they're headed the right way.