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There are times, Jungkook thinks, when unexpected changes in plan work out for the best. Giving up on the idea of Busan during winter break wasn't the easiest choice at the time — Jungkook had expected it to be the highlight of their winter, and giving into the pressure of Yeongwook's blackmailing hurt on multiple levels. But distance seemed safest. Planning, biding their time, having Jungkook carefully siphon a portion of his allowance over to Yoongi for safekeeping, every passing day made the trip feel more viable again, until the two of them suddenly realized that Yoongi's birthday would be an easy occasion to leave for, and that was that.

They've picked up memories along the way. The first night Jungkook had Yoongi stay over. The first dinner together with his mother, with her offering countless thanks for helping her youngest with his studies. A trip out to a nameless beach, all seven of them together, huddled and bracing against the last of the winter winds.

Getting to March isn't as difficult as Jungkook expected it to be, and now that they're here, the wait has made everything all the sweeter.

He takes countless pictures with his camera — of their seats together on the train, of the little box meals they buy from the lady with the cart. Of the ramyeon they buy an hour later, when it's clear that the box meals are more packaging than substance.

Of Yoongi, staring out the window of the train car, a soft smile on his face.

At first, Jungkook struggled with the idea of spending much of Yoongi's birthday on the train, but the trip to Busan takes several hours at best, which would have required missing class on Friday. Seeing Yoongi's peaceful expression on the train helps to set a little of that regret to rest, as does the stifled laughter they share as they stumble down the hall to their room in the hotel.

"Hotel Elysee," Jungkook says with a flourish as he waits for Yoongi to swipe their room key. "Is that, like, French?"

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Yoongi hesitates, trying to make himself believe that. He wants to so badly, but it's hard when he's faced with his own weakness even now, eyes shining with tears out on a public street. It's bad enough he cries so readily when they're alone, but he should be stronger than to do this here and now. Still, at least some of what Jungkook says he knows to be true, and it makes it a little easier to credit the rest as more than just bias. "I try," he says, gaze lowered in embarrassment. If there's one person who's not going to judge him, it's Jungkook, but it's much harder not to judge himself. He tries so hard and still it seems to amount to so little.

He wants badly just to stop and let Jungkook hold him until the feeling passes, but the last thing he wants is to call attention to them or to himself right now. Instead he reaches blindly for Jungkook's hand. "I don't always feel like I have a good heart," he admits. He gets so jealous sometimes or so angry. He tries to tell himself what counts is that he doesn't lash out because of those feelings, but it's hard not to think he shouldn't have them in the first place. "But I try. Just... sometimes trying doesn't feel like enough. Fuck, sorry, this is exactly what you were talking about and I'm..." He shakes his head, jaw set.

Jungkook quickly scopes out the area around them, finding a small alley between two buildings and tugging urgently on Yoongi's sleeve to pull him there, away from any prying eyes. It's far enough into the middle of the day that most folks seem to be focused on finding a place to eat lunch and less interested in passersby, which is enough for Jungkook to wrap his hand around the back of Yoongi's neck and draw him closer, until they're pressed forehead to forehead and sharing breath. He lingers there only for a second before pulling Yoongi in closer still, Jungkook's arm draped over Yoongi's shoulders, fully folding him into Jungkook's embrace.

"Isn't a good heart all about trying? All about the person you're trying to be?" Jungkook points out, leaning in to press a kiss to Yoongi's cheek, then his forehead. "Yeah, sometimes you might still hurt people, but good people make mistakes. Good people hurt other people without meaning to. Accidents happen. But what matters is who you want to be, what matters is why you do the things you do." Jungkook pulls a hand up until he's able to spread his fingers across Yoongi's chest, over where Yoongi's heart must be beating.

"I wouldn't have fallen so hard for you if you didn't have a good heart," Jungkook murmurs. "No matter how handsome you are."

Yoongi takes a deep, shaky breath, fingers twisting in the shirt at Jungkook's waist, his head reeling. It's impossible not to feel like a complete idiot, taking a wonderful day and ruining it like this, making a fuss over nothing. Jungkook brought it up because he asked him, because he wanted to know, and it's not like he wishes he hadn't. It's important to know these things. He just can't help feeling he's done exactly what Jungkook said he doesn't like.

He wants to believe it. Sometimes, he can. Some days, he knows how smart he is and how hard he works, how hard he tries, and he knows that he deserves better than he's been given. Other days, everything clouds over and he doesn't know how to see through the fog. It leaves him feeling hurt and vulnerable, and it would be so easy just to shut down right now and push it all aside. If it were anyone else, he would probably try. But it's not like Jungkook wouldn't just see through it, and Yoongi doesn't want to push him away, not for anything, not even his wounded pride.

His heart must be flying under Jungkook's touch, fluttering hummingbird quick, as his arms slip more tightly around Jungkook's waist, his head bowed. He could argue, explain all the ways he's not a good person, but the fact remains, he is trying. That has to be worth something. And when Jungkook sounds like this, plaintive and sweet and sure all at once, it's hard not to believe him, if only for a moment. "Not as good as yours," he says softly, but it's a compliment to Jungkook, not an insult to himself. He shakes his head. "I love you so much."

Maybe people will be able to spot him in this alley — maybe Jungkook doesn't care. In moments like these, when his entire being feels suffused with a sharp protectiveness over Yoongi, Jungkook thinks that there isn't anything that he'd let stand in his way. He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to Yoongi's lips, lingering and making the most of their time. They're in Busan; there can't be that much that anyone can do to them, can't be much that would ever make its way back to Seoul. Kissing another boy isn't a crime, even if marriage isn't accepted yet, even if society doesn't find it tasteful. But that's fine.

Jungkook doesn't need their acceptance to keep going.

"Not as good as mine, but better," he replies, tone equally soft as Jungkook ducks his head just enough to keep his gaze locked with Yoongi's. It isn't hard to see that there's a bit of shame there in Yoongi's expression — it's possible that he wants to hide, never one to enjoy putting his emotions out there in the open. But as much as Jungkook doesn't want to make Yoongi uneasy, he also doesn't want to simply let Yoongi be, to let him retreat into that shame without trying to cast a light over the shadows. Jungkook nudges himself close, comforted by the weight of Yoongi's arms around his waist. "I never watched anyone this carefully until you, you know. I learned how to love this much from being with you."

They shouldn't kiss out here where someone might see them, but Yoongi doesn't care. He leans his head after Jungkook's when he finally draws back, chasing after the last hint of the kiss. The physical contact, the closeness, gives him a sense of comfort as potent as Jungkook's words. He trusts Jungkook and he believes him when he says these things, but touch seems infallible to him; the love in Jungkook's kiss, the tenderness in his embrace, it's solid and real and beyond question or doubt. He's so lucky, so loved. Somewhere, somehow, in some other life, he must have done something wonderful.

"Yeah?" He closes his eyes, fingers curling gently in Jungkook's shirt. "You've taught me a lot, too, you know. Teaching me right now. I don't know how you're so patient with me, but thank you. Really, thank you." It's something he suspects that, ultimately, he'll have to do alone, but learning how to live with the voice that haunts him, the self-hatred and the doubt and the fear, it's a lot easier with someone at his side who's the antithesis of all that cruelty, whose favored role in life seems to be Min Yoongi's personal cheerleader.

It doesn't feel like a burden, Jungkook thinks, to watch over Yoongi in the way that he does. Part of it is because Jungkook's grown into the habit of looking after the people he loves most — to check up on them, to see how they're faring emotionally, because even if Jungkook doesn't know how to solve a problem, he'd rather know that it's there. But part of it also stems from feeling like he operates on the same level as Yoongi, that there's something kindred between them that ties them together. Even on tough days, Jungkook would rather spend that time with Yoongi, feeling their halves come together to make a cohesive whole.

Maybe patience still plays a role, but Jungkook shakes his head at Yoongi's thanks. "I'm exactly where I want to be when I'm by your side," Jungkook insists, tilting his head until he's able to press another kiss to Yoongi's forehead, fingers gently brushing his hair out of the way. "If anything, I should thank you for letting me stay by your side. Even when it isn't easy."

He ducks his head with a small grin, fingers nudging at Yoongi's cheek. "But this weekend should be super easy, right? Our first vacation away together."

Yoongi nearly protests. Of course he wants Jungkook by his side. He always does. He bites it back, though. However much he loves Jungkook, it isn't always easy. There are times when it's tempting for him just to curl up by himself and turn his back on everything, when he wishes he could shut out everyone else, times when that actually feels safer. But bit by bit, he's learning otherwise, finding safety in Jungkook instead, the same way he has with the others, with Jin, with Hoseok. Opening up to each of them has come very slowly, and he's still not always very good at it, but he's learning. And with Jungkook, he feels safer than anywhere else.

He touches Yoongi so gently, it makes his stomach twist with a kind of longing. For a few moments, standing here like this, letting himself be comforted, he feels like the younger of them. It's supposed to be his job to take care of Jungkook, but Jungkook is so good at taking care of him in return. "Very easy," he agrees, trying to shake off the faint embarrassment lingering over his reaction. It's just so hard to think of feeling insufficient without feeling it, the familiar ache seeping into his bones and spreading over him like entangling vines. He refuses, though, to let that color their trip. "Our first of many. So many places for us to go."

Turning his head, he brushes a kiss against Jungkook's palm. "I'm okay."

There's a twinge of regret that remains in Jungkook's chest over having brought up this topic, however truthful. And his own curiosity still remains, wondering what parts of him are grating to Yoongi, or at least harder for the other boy to cope with — what parts Jungkook should work on changing, or at least reevaluating, if the two of them are to get along even more than they do. But the moment feels fragile enough as it is, so Jungkook refrains from backtracking, focused instead on running his fingers through Yoongi's hair, carding through the strands soothingly, watching as Yoongi's expression relaxes. Jungkook's cheeks warm when he feels the soft press of Yoongi's lips against his palm, a soft sigh slipping between his teeth.

It's hard to describe how much he loves Yoongi, Jungkook thinks to himself. How desperately he wants to see life make space for Yoongi's success — to pave a way towards the kind of happiness that Yoongi deserves.

"I would be so happy to travel all over the world with you," Jungkook murmurs, his lips curved in a lopsided grin. "To experience everything together. We'll make it happen, bit by bit."

There's still tension in Yoongi's body, pulling tight at his shoulders, and he has to focus to try and rid himself of it. He takes slow, steady breaths, gaze traveling slowly over the lines of Jungkook's face, the sweet tug of his smile, the warmth in his eyes. It's so fucking easy to feel small and unimportant and stupid, but when Jungkook holds him close, it's almost as easy to feel special and loved, even inspiring. Jungkook's always been good at that. Even when they first met, when he was just a wide-eyed kid trailing after Yoongi, it made him feel like he mattered to someone. Now he can imagine Jungkook following him around the world and he wants it so badly, he knows he'll do whatever it takes to make it happen. They deserve that, a lifetime of love and adventure.

"We will," he says. "Everywhere. Anywhere you want to go, we'll go." Saying it, Yoongi realizes he's thinking of it all wrong. He follows Jungkook as eagerly as he ever followed Yoongi; wherever they wind up, it'll be hand in hand. "Vienna, Athens, Rome, New York, everywhere." His smile tugs at his mouth and he nudges his nose against Jungkook's. "I like watching you see things. Experience things." They should move and he knows it, but even knowing they aren't far from the hotel now isn't enough to keep him from leaning in to kiss Jungkook, hands curling in his shirt and holding him close.

Jungkook lets out a small noise of surprise and contentment alike when Yoongi leans in and presses a kiss to his lips, tensing for only a moment before he melts against the contact, deepening the kiss and looping his arms over Yoongi's shoulders. The risk of such a move doesn't feel as prominent under the weight of so much love; surely, Jungkook thinks, if anyone were to happen across them now, they would see the tenderness with which they hold one another, the happiness that blooms over their cheeks in a soft flush. Surely, Jungkook thinks, if people saw them know — they'd know that this is love, and who would want to get in the way of that?

Perhaps it's a naive thought, but no one interrupts them. Jungkook's hand smooths over the side of Yoongi's neck, fingertips gentle and exploring as Jungkook pulls back minutely, keeping his forehead pressed against Yoongi's.

"We'll go anywhere you want to go, too," Jungkook insists. "You were just so cute with the stingrays in the aquarium that I'm now determined to find everything in the world that excites you. Like a scavenger hunt."

Maybe Yoongi should be more worried about the possible consequences of kissing in public, but he can't bring himself to care right now. No one's going to tell their parents, and what a stranger thinks only matters if it turns out to be the kind of stranger who might lash out at them. Besides, it's not like they're in the middle of the street. Hiding off to the side isn't all that dangerous, and kissing Jungkook is comforting. His breath is warm against Yoongi's skin, his fingers tracing gently, and all Yoongi wants is to keep holding him.

He grins, a little sheepish at being called cute again. He's really never thought of himself that way, but it gets harder and harder to protest when Jungkook says it. "They're really cool," he says, a token effort. "And you wouldn't have to look far. I get pretty excited about you." He's only halfway teasing, almost smirking as he brushes a softer kiss against Jungkook's lips. It's still true. It's easier to get excited about things with Jungkook around, and Yoongi isn't sure if it's just because he's less self-conscious around his boyfriend or that Jungkook distracts him from the things in his head that might otherwise detract from experiences. Either way, he appreciates it. There's so much in the world for them to see and he's eager for it, all the adventures still ahead of them. "Wanna get you back to the hotel."

"Tch," Jungkook clucks his tongue, giving Yoongi a slight side-eye. "You charmer." There's a whole lot of truth to what Yoongi says, Jungkook knows. Modest though Jungkook may be about his skills and abilities, the two of them have been together for long enough that Jungkook knows that Yoongi brightens in Jungkook's company. Even if Jungkook weren't so observant himself, the other hyungs have told him so time and time again, and they have no reason to lie or exaggerate the amount of influence Jungkook has on Yoongi.

Maybe once, Jungkook would have denied it for the sheer reason of not wanting to carry his hopes too high, back before they realized that they had been crushing on each other all along. But now Jungkook revels in the knowledge that there are certain types of happiness that he's uniquely equipped to bring to Yoongi.

"I wanna get back to the hotel, too," he murmurs, gaze dropping for a moment before Jungkook grazes his fingers delicately against Yoongi's side, not quite nudging his shirt out of the way, but teasing the possibility nonetheless. It hasn't been all that long since they gave each other blowjobs in the aquarium, but the hotel holds a different sort of promise — the privacy needed to really take their time and revel in one another, in ways that exceed even what they've experienced alone in Yoongi's home. There, the possibility of Yoongi's father returning always lingered.

Here, it's just them.

"Come on, before we end up settling in this alley instead."

Yoongi laughs, running his hand down Jungkook's arm until he can hold his hand. Stepping back is difficult when Jungkook is touching him, small gestures full of the possibility of more, but he knows better than to think they'll do anything in public like this — at least where people can see. He would have been content, all teasing aside, to go back and simply curl up in bed together, to cuddle and rest their feet after a long afternoon. The heat in Jungkook's expression, though, though lowered lashes and the tenderness of his touch have Yoongi starting to think of other things. On one hand, he knows they should probably enjoy Busan by experiencing the city itself. On the other, part of the appeal of getting away this weekend is the opportunity just to be together, without interruptions or anything hanging over them.

"Is it being a charmer if it's true?" he asks, tugging gently at Jungkook's hand as he starts back to the sidewalk. It's not very much further to the hotel and he's suddenly eager to get there as quickly as he can manage. "I mean, it's not like I wouldn't want to travel no matter what, but... I don't know. It's better if I can share it with you."

"Ah, he keeps aiming and shooting at my heart," Jungkook complains, dramatically folding his hand over his chest with a feigned wince as they head back out towards the street. Yoongi's words are always straightforward, no frills or exaggeration needed — but Jungkook thinks that it almost makes them more touching in a way. There's little in the world that can make Jungkook feel more accomplished than to know the sheer joy he brings to Yoongi just by being in his company.

They could be in Seoul, in Busan, out in the countryside, or even desperately lost across the globe, and they'd be happy so long as they have each other.

"I feel the same way, though. I'm not actually picky about where we go. Even going to that all you can eat lamb skewer place is like, as good as a five star restaurant when it's the two of us. Smoke and all," Jungkook snickers, thinking about all the times the two of them had headed there even before they were dating. The charred smell which clung to their clothes always gave them away to the others.

Yoongi laughs, swinging their hands between them. "Ah, I think five star restaurants are probably overrated anyway," he says. "In dramas, the portions are always so tiny and everything is expensive." He's never actually been to one. He wouldn't mind going once for the experience, but it's not something he expects to do much if ever, and why would he?

The all you can eat lamb skewer place is much more appropriate for their budget with the pocket money they get anyway, and Yoongi is very fond of it. They always give themselves away when they go, but they've spent a lot of time together there, eating and joking around. "And I like the lamb skewer place," he adds, "but it's true. It's better because it's us." He has fun when they all go, but it's best when it's just him and Jungkook. He flashes Jungkook a grin. "Then I can flirt with you without annoying anyone."

He doesn't think the others are genuinely bothered by it — they're just as bad with their own boyfriends — but they have a sort of duty as friends to give each other a hard time.

"But it's all beautiful and you get to dress up. Or I'd get to see you dress up," Jungkook points out, smiling contentedly to himself. Any opportunity to bring up how much Jungkook wants to see Yoongi in a suit is worth jumping at, even if it's only a pipe dream for now. Jungkook admits that Yoongi has a point about such establishments probably being overrated — or, if nothing else, probably not worth the cost for Jungkook, who's fairly receptive to all types of food already. Still, the idea is fun to entertain.

Maybe they'll try a place out a couple years from now, once they're both more established in school and career. Just for the heck of it.

The both of them quickly arrive towards the front entrance of the hotel, Jungkook smirking as he tugs on Yoongi's hand and picks up the pace. Choosing a love hotel was probably the right call, Jungkook thinks, as he glances around at the few others in the building. Most avert their gazes, slightly embarrassed to be found at such an establishment, but Jungkook doesn't bother lowering his own. Having a private space at all is a luxury, and he's not about to treat it like something to be ashamed of.

"Wait, but what you just said... does this mean that you're holding back on flirting with me now?" Jungkook asks, adopting a slight pout. "I feel cheated."

Yoongi smiles, ready to agree, albeit with somewhat feigned reluctance, that maybe they could try such a restaurant one day, just for the experience and the dressing up. He's really not sure he'll look all that amazing in a suit, but if Jungkook wants him to wear one, it's not really a hardship. He's not even sure the one he has really fits anymore, but it's not like they'll be able to afford a five-star restaurant soon.

The question stops him, though, and he wrinkles his nose as they head inside, Yoongi aggressively ignoring everyone else around them. If it's obvious what they're here for, the same is true of anyone else staying here, and he won't pay them any attention. He's still getting used to the idea that people might have some idea of his sexuality after keeping it a secret for so long, but talking to Jungkook helps keep his attention off any possible panic that could cause under other circumstances.

"Well, a little," he admits. "Only with the others around. I don't like to make anyone uncomfortable and..." He shrugs, pressing the button for the elevator. "I don't know. It's easier when it's just us." It's not that he doesn't want their friends around — far from it — but he finds himself a little shyer about being so expressive when someone else might hear. The things he has to say to Jungkook aren't always serious, but there's something about it that makes Yoongi feel very guarded of his privacy. It means too much, even when he's teasing, to share too freely.

"I'm kidding," Jungkook says gently, reaching out to squeeze Yoongi's shoulder reassuringly. While it's true enough that Jungkook enjoys being flirted with by Yoongi, he also fully understands why Yoongi would be reticent to show too much affection in front of others, even when it's just within their group of seven. There are some sentiments that are simply best kept between the two of them — certain words that they've only ever shared behind the privacy of four walls, certain ways in which they look at each other, watch each other, that they can't quite manage with the weight of other gazes on them.

Yoongi's always been a private person, and Jungkook likes that about him — it makes the moments they have to themselves feel more special somehow, knowing that no one else will ever see this side of Yoongi.

Knowing that there are parts of Yoongi that will only ever be his.

"I don't think I can flirt with you normally in front of the others, either. I'm probably way more over-the-top when we're with the hyungs," Jungkook muses, thinking about how fun it can be to earn a look of disgust from Jimin, or for Taehyung to snicker at Jungkook's grand gestures and words. Exaggeration is fun around the broader group, but when alone with Yoongi, things are gentler. Tender.

Yoongi ushers Jungkook into the elevator, stepping close as soon as the doors close to rest his head on Jungkook's shoulder. He should have realized it was purely teasing — and he knew it was a joke on some level — but it's so easy to take things seriously, especially when there's any chance he might have let Jungkook down. It's an embarrassment, no matter how gentle Jungkook is, but it's a relief, too.

"You are," he says, grinning in spite of himself. "You're ridiculous. I like it." Even if he enjoys teasing the others now and then, too, playing it up, Yoongi can't help it if he mostly prefers to keep quiet. What they have is too precious to put on display, even around those they love the most. But what he conveys by behaving like his usual self, Jungkook shows in his exaggeration; in the same way that Yoongi can't bear to give away too much of themselves, Jungkook shields the facts of their relationship in outsized gestures. Either way, they conceal that which means too much to share.

He presses a kiss to Jungkook's shoulder, squeezing his hand. "It's just... ours."

"Good. I'll consider that your permission to continue grabbing that ass whenever I've got a chance, even if the other hyungs are present," Jungkook declares, chuckling and instinctively turning his head when he feels the weight of Yoongi's on his shoulder. He plants a kiss atop Yoongi's head, nuzzling slightly between soft strands of hair, his eyes briefly fluttering to a close at the pleasant tickling sensation against his nose.

In the few moments that the elevator is all theirs, Jungkook takes a deep breath, enjoying the muted scent of Yoongi's shampoo and, underneath it, the scent that's altogether and uniquely Yoongi's. They spend enough time together and trade clothes so frequently that it's rare for Jungkook to go long without it, but it's never better than during moments like this that the two of them have to themselves, when there's no weight of unwanted attention, no need to keep senses on alert in case they quickly need to hide.

"You're all mine," Jungkook murmurs happily to himself, smile broadening as the elevator rings to signal their floor.

Even with the teasing, everything feels so soft and warm and good, the kind of quiet content that Yoongi finds himself experiencing more and more of these days. Having time with Jungkook does that. Sometimes the jokes fade and they're just quiet together, studying or drifting off into a shared nap or simply standing in an elevator, and Yoongi thinks maybe he's never been quite so happy in his life as he is then.

Sometimes it feels disloyal to think that way, to believe that anything he has now could be greater than the happiness he felt as a child with his mother. And maybe it is wrong to suggest it's somehow better. It's a different kind of joy. All he knows for sure is he's never had anything like this. Moments like these and like the ones he shared with his mother do, at least, have that in common; either way, he's never felt so safe.

"All yours," he agrees, squeezing Jungkook's hand, as the elevator doors slide open. "Which does include my ass, so sure." Besides, he'd be lying if he said he didn't love it. Any excuse to have Jungkook's hands on him is a welcome one, even if the other boys are around. It's not like he's not going to kiss his boyfriend just because their friends might pretend to be annoyed by it. If anything, that's all the more reason to indulge in a little PDA now and then. But moments like the one they just shared, small and quiet, sweet and subdued, the happy little smile on Jungkook's lips, those are entirely theirs.

Jungkook snickers when Yoongi concedes the point about his ass, always pleased when Yoongi goes along with his jokes and teasing. Now that they're on their floor, the likelihood of running into anyone else seems low enough that Jungkook is comfortable leaning over and pressing a lingering kiss to Yoongi's temple. He might be the younger of the two, but in quiet moments like these, sometimes Jungkook feels a wave of protectiveness wash over him — spurred, he imagines, by the quiet trust that Yoongi places in him. The vulnerability that Yoongi exposes in himself, which Jungkook only began to see in full once the two of them were dating.

Once the both of them pull up to the door of their room, Jungkook takes a half-step back and lets Yoongi lead the way, partly as an excuse to linger behind and grab at Yoongi's ass with a carefully obscured hand. He presses his lips together, humming to himself as he takes the opportunity to knead and pinch. Yoongi's butt has always struck him as inexplicably cute.

"I consider your ass to be among my most prized possessions," Jungkook jokes, leaning in shortly after to bury his nose in Yoongi's hair again, gradually making up for all the time spent at a careful distance while they were out in public. "How did I get so lucky? A question I ask myself every day."

Yoongi laughs, swatting at Jungkook's hand once he gets the door open. "Well, you're gonna be asking for a long time," he teases. "Maybe you did something amazing in your last life." He slips the key in his pocket, toeing off his shoes as he steps into the room, and turns to reach for Jungkook. The door's barely closed behind them before he's slipping his arms over Jungkook's shoulders, tipping his head ever so slightly up for a kiss. At this rate, he has a feeling Jungkook is going to have a considerable height advantage over him before he stops growing; however much he hopes for it, Yoongi's pretty sure he's too old for a surprise growth spurt.

When he draws back, it's just far enough to brush his nose against Jungkook's, eyes still closed, fingertips toying with the soft hair at the nape of Jungkook's neck. He's been having a lot of fun today and he intends to enjoy the rest of the day, too, to keep exploring Busan and making memories. This is going to be a trip they remember for the rest of their lives, their first chance to be truly together and alone. There's only so long, though, with that being the case, that he can bear not to hold Jungkook, not to kiss him. They can tease all they want. In the end, he knows he's the lucky one.

"I don't get to kiss you enough," he says. "This is why I don't like being around people."

"Wouldn't be surprised if I saved the world or someth—"

The words are hardly out of Jungkook's mouth when he feels the weight of Yoongi's arms draping over his shoulders and the soft press of lips against his own. Instinctively, Jungkook wraps an arm around Yoongi's waist, and his free hand pulls up to caress the space between Yoongi's jaw and his neck. It feels like all the space between them vanishes in that instant, their bodies flush and their souls neatly aligned, a soft hum settling in the back of Jungkook's throat as he lets himself sink fully into contentment. Even though they're here ostensibly to celebrate Yoongi's birthday, it's Jungkook who feels dizzyingly lucky, here with his soulmate, the both of them finally in a space that is wholly and unarguably theirs, even if only temporarily.

"You didn't like crowds long before you got to kiss me," Jungkook laughs, nuzzling Yoongi with his nose and shivering as he feels Yoongi's breath fan against his skin. "But I guess now that we do kiss, I probably haven't helped that at all. I need your kisses just as much, you know. So much that little kids running around an aquarium didn't stop me." Jungkook lowers his hands to Yoongi's waist, tugging sharply at the band of his pants to pull the both of them closer still.

"I don't even feel bad about it."

It is true, admittedly. Yoongi's never liked crowds. They bothered him less when he was a kid, but the older he gets, the more he prefers the intimacy of smaller groups, happier with just the seven of them or, sometimes better still, just two. He doesn't have the mental bandwidth for large groups of people or the energy to last long around them without growing grumpy at best, and that was true well before they first kissed. Still, it doesn't help. How is he supposed to put up with all kinds of annoying people when they're keeping him from cuddling up with Jungkook?

Well, usually, at least. Jungkook's words send a thrill down Yoongi's spine, twisting as he tugs him closer, a soft gasp on his lips. "You'd better not," he says, chasing a brief kiss. "That was fucking hot." Even if he was a little nervous they might get caught, there was a certain frisson of excitement, too, in the possibility. They would have been in serious trouble and he'd never want to get caught, let alone to do anything that might out them, but he can't pretend the slight edge of danger in it wasn't kind of a turn on, too. Or maybe it's not even the danger itself; maybe it's just knowing they want each other so badly they don't care about the risks. Whatever it is, he likes it, more than he would have expected. He steps forward, nudging Jungkook back until his back's against the wall of the narrow entryway to their room. "And it's not like anyone saw us."

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