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"Maybe that was my plan all along," Jungkook remarks, wiggling his butt as they stand in line, his eyes already roving and scouting for different areas where they might be able to hide out. Most public bathrooms by the immediate market area probably aren't great, seeing far too much foot traffic from tourists. But surely, somewhere along their walk to the beach, there might be a place where they can step inside without drawing too much attention.

His face flushes at the thought, and Jungkook can't help tilting his head back and laughing just a bit. Even if they don't end up sneaking away at all, just the exercise of imagining it alone leaves him giddy. He wraps an arm around Yoongi's, pulling him closer as they stand together in line.

"It does smell good, doesn't it? I really like hotteok back home, but these look really interesting too. Look, it's just so many seeds! And the dough looks pretty thin," muses Jungkook, watching as the auntie shovels seeds into each split hotteok.

Yoongi shakes his head, huffing out a quiet laugh. Even like this, talking about such things, Jungkook is adorable. If Yoongi had his way, he'd just pull him close and hold him, tangled up and inseparable even standing in line. He settles for resting his hand atop Jungkook's, glancing over with a smile. He can't even tease him for being insatiable when he knows he's just as bad.

He wonders briefly if they're being too obvious anyway, if people looking over will see how they cling to each other and know they're a couple. Here, though, far from home, he doesn't care.

The hotteok looks different from the kind they get or make at home, but that only piques his interest. "Well, I guess trying different things is part of traveling, right?" he says, stepping forward to order as the line disappears from before them.

"You're not going to pay for everything on this trip, you know," Jungkook pipes up before Yoongi can pull out his wallet, nudging him with his shoulder before getting out some cash of his own. Normally, Jungkook is fairly content to let elders step in and pay — with exceptions made for Namjoon and Hoseok, who don't have allowances to fall back on — but one of the things that he appreciates about his relationship with Yoongi is that it feels fairly even. They feel like equal partners, more so than they did prior to dating, and it's a dynamic that Jungkook finds himself loving.

"But yeah, I feel like food's probably one of the things I'm most interested in when I travel," Jungkook muses, handing off the cash to the auntie and waiting for their hotteoks to be stuffed into little traveling cups. "Plus places that are great to take pictures of. The pictures help preserve the memories, and the food is like. Like getting a glimpse of what people's lives are like, I guess."

Yoongi's mouth twists, a laugh barely suppressed. Of course he couldn't get away with paying again. It won't stop him from trying; he can't help it if he likes taking care of Jungkook. But he likes this, too, the back and forth, if only because it reminds him that, one day, almost all of their expenses will be shared. Things like that, even thinking of finances, all the mundane details of a life ahead of them, they excite him. In a way, it's like he's just waiting to be able to go home.

There's a lot to be said for the present, though — for seed-stuffed hotteok handed across to them and Jungkook's musings. Yoongi bows his head to the auntie as he takes his hotteok, ushering Jungkook off to the side. "Yeah, a literal taste of their lives," he says. "And it's just interesting how different things are from place to place." He blows gently across the hotteok, watching steam rise off of it, and smiles. "The beach will be perfect for your photos."

"Yeah, makes you wonder what caused all those changes. Like, was it someone influential around Busan who decided that they just really like seeds? Or, you know, do they just grow and sell a lot of seeds here? Things like that. Lots of the time I never even look up the real answer, but," Jungkook laughs, hovering over his hotteok and giving it another sniff, enjoying the way the scent of the seeds manages to permeate even the heavy scent of oil. He glances up at Yoongi, waiting for him to take the first bite, knowing that if Jungkook tried now, he'd probably burn his tongue.

In the meantime, he takes some steps back in the opposite direction, considering what food they might want to line up for next. Maybe ddeokbokki, he thinks to himself, spotting another quickly growing line.

"The beach will be great, that's for sure. But I think I'm even more excited about getting to take pictures of you," Jungkook confesses with a grin. "I'm the only one who gets to see Min Yoongi on his birthday this year. I wanna remember that."

Yoongi smiles, fondly taking in all Jungkook has to say about the food. It's endearing how much he cares, how curious he is, and Yoongi enjoys these little insights into how he thinks. It's a different kind of cleverness from his own.

He blows across the hotteok again, faintly wary about how hot the seeds and kernels stuffed into it will be, before daring to take a bite anyway. "Ah, of me?" he asks a moment later. "I see how it is. I'm a captive model." In spite of his teasing tone, he hardly minds it. Jungkook takes pictures much more often than he does, and they usually come out better. He's promised before to let him take all he wants. It'll be nice with a backdrop like the sea for it. "This is good."

"You're my favorite muse," Jungkook counters, because it sounds a little nicer than simply referring to Yoongi as a captive model, however true the description might be. "Probably could be a lot of people's muse, if you wanted. You look good from every angle; it's really not fair." Jungkook pulls a face, then pokes Yoongi in the side — just once, lest he drop all the seeds in the hotteok — before stepping off to the side.

(It's frustratingly true. Yoongi looks good from every angle, with every hair color, in any kind of outfit. A sort of versatility that would be aggravating if it weren't for the fact that Jungkook likes to exploit it in times like these.)

Giving his hotteok another long blow of his breath, Jungkook carefully takes a bite, brows raising in slight surprise. "Ah," he remarks, carefully keeping his mouth mostly closed, mumbling around his words. "It's so much crispier than I thought it'd be!"

Yoongi laughs, rolling his eyes. Maybe he could be or maybe Jungkook is just incredibly biased. Either way, playing the muse to anyone else would be far less interesting. "You're my only muse," he counters, teasing. "I don't want to be anyone else's. I'm very picky about who I inspire."

He takes another bite, exhaling slowly when it proves hotter than expected. "It is," he adds. "I like it." It is different from ones at home or that they made at Jin's, but that's part of the pleasure of it.

"I don't think you can really control that kind of thing," Jungkook snickers, wrapping one arm around Yoongi's shoulders and kneading gently at his neck, unable to stop the pleased expression that crosses his face. "You probably inspire a ton of people without realizing. I'm sure there are multiple sketchbooks out there that have Min Yoongi's face on the pages."

Briefly, Jungkook wonders if feelings for Yoongi have ever colored the other boys' crafts. Hoseok with his dancing, perhaps. It's not something that Jungkook would ever want to stop — he'd be happy to have all of the people in the world see how special Yoongi is, as long as he's still the one Yoongi wants.

Jungkook takes another bite of his hotteok, chewing with his lips slightly parted and letting the steam slip from his mouth. "I like it, too. You have to pick the next stop, though. I already did two," Jungkook grins, lifting his chin with pride.

Yoongi arches his brow at that, not wholly convinced. Maybe a few people might find him interesting enough for that, but it seems unlikely. Then again, although he's generally made a point of keeping to himself and a few select friends, that didn't keep girls from showing up with chocolates last month. Maybe his distance makes him seem more mysterious and appealing.

"Sketchbooks like yours?" he teases. "Ah, maybe some ddeokbokki next. We'll have to see what's nearby." He's in no hurry to move on, though, savoring the hotteok, even if it's still quite hot. It's nice just to stand here, enjoying the food and standing close to Jungkook, his hand gentle against Yoongi's neck. There's a certain peace to it. They have nowhere they need to be, nothing to hurry to, no obligations. For his birthday, they've carved out a little bit of freedom.

"Sketchbooks like mine," Jungkook confirms, his cheeks coloring over at the thought. He doesn't hold back at all anymore from sketching Yoongi whenever he gets the chance, always finding a particular interest in capturing the look and feel of his hands, his eyes, his lips. It's enjoyable to try and capture what he sees on paper, but equally thrilling to try and draw a moment from memory. So far, he's not quite as good at drawing without a reference, but one day, Jungkook thinks, he'll manage a sketch from scratch that's unquestioningly Yoongi.

"What, you really don't believe me? You got some chocolates on Valentine's Day, didn't you?" Jungkook points out, taking another large bite of his hotteok, a couple of seeds sticking to the corners of his lips with the extra syrup. "I'm sure you've got a whole line of admirers."

"Not as many as you did," Yoongi teases. "I think the girls in my year have finally started to learn better than to bother with me." It isn't even that he doesn't like girls. He does, though it's been a while since any of them actually caught his eye, all his attention focused on Jungkook even before they started dating. He isn't blind to the hints some of his classmates have dropped anyway; he just has no intention of following up on them. He used to tell himself it was because he wouldn't be a very good boyfriend — too focused on other things, too moody with no inclination to share those moods — and not because he was in love with Jungkook. Now it's all been flipped on its head.

Still, apparently not everyone has gotten the message. And as entertaining as Jin's attempts were, he has no inclination to make up some imaginary girlfriend.

He reaches over, his hand at Jungkook's jaw, thumb brushing the seeds from his lips. "And the ones who haven't will get over it."

Jungkook shudders at the memory, puckering his lips to make it easier for Yoongi to brush away whatever might be sticking to his lips. "I'm still pretty sure that all those girls thought they smelled easy prey," he insists, shaking his head and rubbing along his hairline. He supposes that from the outside, it's probably easy to assume that Jungkook might be single — people have a tendency of assuming heteronormativity until given some type of hint otherwise, and Jungkook hasn't exactly been forthcoming about either his relationship or his sexual orientation. The fact that he didn't spend much time with any specific girls might have made him an interesting prospect.

"It was terrifying. Like, some of the girls definitely enlisted all of their friends to hover around my desk when they tried to give me chocolate, and when you've got that many people staring at you... it's so terrifying to refuse," Jungkook sighs. "Especially when none of them think you're dating, so it's like, it's like they almost think you're insulting their friend by saying no."

He pouts. "When I even tried to tell them that I was already dating someone, there was this one girl who immediately went through my photos and texts and, well, she thought no girls meant I was clearly lying."

"Wow, that's..." Yoongi's brow raises at the thought of that invasion of privacy, and at how oblivious some people can be. It's so easy, he knows, to assume that everyone is straight, but he's pretty sure Jungkook's phone contains many photos of him. He'd think that would be a dead giveaway, but some people just look right past that just because they aren't walking stereotypes.

"I know it must be devastating to them," he says wryly, "to be turned down in front of all their friends, but they'll get over it. I guess I can't fault them, though." After all, if he's head over heels in love with Jungkook, he can see easily how girls might find him just as attractive. Add in that he seems single and that he's too sweet to say no readily and, well, perhaps easy prey isn't so far off the mark.

"Well, it shouldn't be devastating to them," Jungkook huffs, shaking his head. "Think about it, isn't it kinda messed up that there's this day where you get to put additional pressure on someone to date you by making it all public? I didn't get confessions from these girls on any other day! It's just Valentine's. I mean, at least the tradition is girls to boys... can you even imagine how creepy it would be the other way around?"

Jungkook stares blankly off into the distance as he tries to picture himself coming with chocolates and flowers and making some type of big, declarative statement in front of a girl. Wouldn't she feel pressured to react positively to such romantic gestures? It's hard enough for girls to say no on a regular day, Jungkook knows.

At least for him, he doesn't have to worry all that much about physical retaliation.

"Yah, I really think it'd be better if the holiday focused more on couples who are already in relationships," Jungkook decides, softly smiling as he meets Yoongi's gaze again. "Meeting up with you was a whole lot more fun than anything else that happened during class."

"Well, then that's what it'll be," Yoongi says decisively. "A day for you and me. Fuck all that pressure. We don't need anyone else anyway." Jungkook has a point, after all. It's kind of a creepy tradition, really, no matter who's pressuring whom. Chocolates are all well and good, but not when they have a price hanging overhead. He can buy himself candy if he wants it. He doesn't need to feel beholden to some girl. Even after years in the same school, he feels he hardly knows most of the girls in his year anyway. They can't possibly know enough about him for their affections to be all that deep or sincere.

He smiles, though, finishing off his hotteok before he speaks again. "It was fun."

Jungkook laughs when Yoongi decides that they can shirk off all the other pressure, already picturing a scene where the two of them shove their desks to the side and walk straight out of the classroom doors, not willing to deal with all of the milling girls around them. Of course, it's one thing to imagine taking off so easily, and another to actually do so. He's not sure he can really explain it to his parents if he's marked truant for Valentine's Day the next two years running.

Though maybe, maybe next year he'll be a little more prepared anyway, and this will no longer be a problem.

"Does that mean you'll play hooky from lecture to come back and sweep me away?" Jungkook snickers, though his gaze takes a slightly softer look. "Because I'd like that. My handsome university boyfriend coming back for little me."

Yoongi reaches out again, hand resting at Jungkook's cheek, thumb stroking gently along his skin. "It's a date," he says. "You're more fun than lectures." He intends to take university every bit as seriously as he has the rest of his education, but it's not like that means he can't skip a day or a class here and there. He's done it before and he manages to keep up all the same. The idea of stealing Jungkook away for a day, devoting the time to themselves without anyone else to interrupt, is too appealing. They deserve that. He's not about to let school keep him away from his boyfriend.

"Anyway," he adds wryly, "you're not that little." Granted, he knows, with this being his birthday, he's technically four years older than Jungkook, but that's never seemed to matter. Being younger hasn't stopped Jungkook from keeping up with him or being as good a boyfriend as Yoongi could ever hope for.

Jungkook can't help the way his heart skips a beat at the promise. They've had countless dates already, but there's something special about pinning one on the calendar so far in advance. Compared to other couples their age, Jungkook's sure that they've done more planning, more looking into the future, and Jungkook wouldn't have it any other way. He's sure that there's something to be said for the people who date around, exploring, learning what it is that they really want — but for Jungkook, there will only ever be Yoongi. He's sure of it.

Yoongi is the only one that Jungkook will ever want to carve his future out with.

"I guess I'm not that little anymore," he concedes with a cheeky grin, pulling himself back up to full height, lifting his chin just a touch. "Grown just enough to do this." He leans in, pressing a kiss to Yoongi's forehead, letting the touch linger.

Yoongi beams at the kiss. There's a certain comfort in such gestures that always seems to soften his mood, even when he's already happy. "See? Not so little at all." He remembers when Jungkook was just a tiny scrawny thing, following behind them. It never occurred to him then that he was the one Jungkook was really trailing after.

He huffs out a laugh. "Maybe I'll just pick you up from school and steal you away. Then they won't give you chocolates anymore." He can just imagine, although it would be better if he had a cool car to pull up in instead of just taking Jungkook by the hand and walking to the nearest station.

Seeing Yoongi's smile only heightens Jungkook's desire to kiss him again, though he refrains for the time being, too many people milling about for him to try anything extended just yet. But he still tries his best to commit the expression to memory, the way that Yoongi looks right now, pleased and practically glowing under the early spring sun.

Jungkook's never sure how he managed to get so lucky.

"Ah, it sounds like something right out of a movie," Jungkook laughs, reaching for one of Yoongi's hands and weaving their fingers together. "My university boyfriend, striding right into the classroom, leading me away. It's dramatic and perfect. Everyone's gonna be jealous."

"That's the idea," Yoongi says, pleased with the notion. "Once they see me sweep you off your feet, there won't be any doubt that you're taken."

In reality, he knows, the reaction is as likely to run to disgust as jealousy, and such gestures might only complicate Jungkook's life. Still, it's fun to dream. He squeezes Jungkook's hand, tempted to draw him closer, still too cautious to give in. He doubts he'd really have the courage to do anything like bursting into a classroom when he can't even do this, but he likes imagining it anyway.

"Especially if I kiss you then and there."

God, he wants it. Jungkook wants that day as much as anything he's imagined, wants the grand and sweeping gestures, wants a romance that he can shout about from the rooftops. He's a romantic by nature — a sucker for all of the cute dramas where one partner slowly wears down the other, where one of them makes some giant display of affection that the other pretends to hate but secretly loves. If they had the safe space to do so, Jungkook thinks he'd bring Yoongi flowers every day, that they'd share a kiss at least every five minutes, no less.

And as much as he hates that they can't have that right now, it doesn't stop Jungkook from quickly looking around, spotting a little space hidden behind vendor tarps that he quickly leads Yoongi behind, lips parted and face all flushed as he leans in and presses his lips to Yoongi's.

"Sorry," he breathes. "I guess I couldn't wait."

Jungkook barely finishes speaking before Yoongi leans forward, kissing him again. It's not necessarily the best time or place, the seclusion of the spot not absolute, but he doesn't care. He almost wishes someone would see. It's fucking romantic, as far as he's concerned, the way they struggle to keep their hands off of each other, and disappointing, at the same time, that it's even necessary. It's impossible not to dream of a time, a world, where he could freely stop and kiss Jungkook whenever he wants and not care what anyone around them thinks.

"Neither could I," he murmurs, a hand at Jungkook's cheek. "You're very hard to resist, you know that?" He's so strikingly beautiful, though Yoongi knows Jungkook doesn't see himself that way. Yoongi can't see him any other way.

Jungkook whimpers softly when Yoongi's lips press against his own once more, sighing through his nose as he relaxes into the touch, his hands skating around Yoongi's waist and pulling him closer. Only the touch of a hand to his palm has Jungkook finally pulling back, catching his breath with a wide smile, his expression shy underneath the warmth of Yoongi's hand. Every time they experience a new first, Jungkook finds his mind going right back to the first time, how tentative it was, how exhilarating. He's always heard stories about how the newness of a relationship fades over a few months, but at least for him, Jungkook hasn't found that to be the case at all.

If anything, his stomach flips even more now than before, knowing how precious what they have is. Knowing how much there is about Yoongi to love.

"You took the words right from my mouth," Jungkook pouts, leaning in to bump the tip of his nose against Yoongi's. "I just want to be kissing you all of the time."

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