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"Guess someone has to work hard to make sure he keeps my interest," Jungkook snickers as he easily slips his hand into Yoongi's, letting the older boy lead the way. Even the thought of his eyes straying to anyone else feels ridiculous — why would he even bother when he already has the best boyfriend he could ever hope for? There might have been other fleeting crushes in his past, but Jungkook knows none of them would even hold a candle to how he feels about Yoongi now, ready as he is to throw all his chips into this relationship.

To throw his all into making this last forever.

"Ah, but really, your deep voice is one of the attractive things about you," Jungkook adds with a tilt of his head. "And what's all satoori really is, right? Makes your voice lower and has that little drawl. You've already got that even without the accent, so — you're clearly my type."

Maybe it makes him vain, but Yoongi never tires of hearing these things, the apparently endless list of reasons Jungkook finds him attractive. He doesn't do anything as silly as preen at hearing it, but he smiles, slightly smug. He's said before he likes himself better through Jungkook's eyes, and he means it. When he steps back to look at these things the way his boyfriend does, he seems like a better, stronger, smarter person, vision less clouded by his own cruel brain.

Even so, joke or not, he intends to work hard, to keep investing himself in this relationship, for the rest of his life.

"Clearly," he teases, glancing over. "Though maybe I should start affecting an accent. Keep your eyes from wandering while we're here."

Even though Jungkook's fairly certain that Yoongi's comment is made in jest, Jungkook still takes a quick step forward and blocks Yoongi's path, his free arm reaching around Yoongi's waist and pulling him close for a hug. The street isn't all that busy, Jungkook figures, and besides — anyone who sees them probably knows that the love hotel is close, maybe some of them can guess why these two young men are here together.

And Jungkook's fine with that. More than fine, even as he tells himself to be careful.

"My eyes are never going to wander away from you," Jungkook murmurs quietly, cupping one palm underneath Yoongi's jaw, thumb brushing against the smoothness of his cheek. "You're the only one for me, Min Yoongi."

Yoongi's heart leaps and races, a potent mix of excitement and concern and love. He doesn't want to invite trouble, but being close with Jungkook like this is so easy and natural, feels so good, he can hardly find it in him to worry who might see and what they'll think. He likes this too much to care, his smile fading into something softer. He leans forward to rest his forehead against Jungkook's.

"I know," he says warmly. "Just like you're the only one for me, Jeon Jungkook." It's been a long, long time since he so much as gave anyone else a second glance. Why would he now, his vision full of Jungkook? He smooths his hand over Jungkook's chest to rest against his neck, tempted just to kiss him here and now. He's not quite that reckless, though, at least not when Jungkook's safety is as much in question as his own. "Maybe I just like being reminded."

You're the only one for me, Jeon Jungkook. Maybe the words should be expected, mirroring Jungkook's words as they do, but Jungkook still finds a brilliant smile stretching across his face, his gaze softening as he leans in, close enough that his whole world is Yoongi. Close enough that Yoongi is literally all that he can see. The area is too public for a kiss, but Jungkook presses their foreheads together, feeling the brush of shared breath and reveling in the warmth of it, the way it cuts through the slight chilliness of the seaside in early spring.

"I want to remind you every second of every day," Jungkook murmurs, his hand smoothing down just a touch, along the side of Yoongi's neck. "For the rest of our lives. How my heart seems to beat in time with your music, how your smiles still make my stomach flutter after all these months. How I can never stop picturing the way your skin looks under my hands, pale and smooth and perfect. Everything about you, Min Yoongi."

Yoongi closes his eyes, a soft, pleased sound slipping out. They're hardly poets, either of them, not always great with words, but Jungkook is miles better with them than he is. Somehow he always knows exactly how to make Yoongi weak in the knees. They're so close, it wouldn't take much to close the space between them, turn this into a kiss. With the soft heat of Jungkook's breath against his lips, he can almost feel it.

"Are you sure you don't want to just go back to the room?" he asks, only half-joking. His thoughts whirl with the words, with the image of all the times Jungkook has stretched out on desks or propped himself up on the bench beside Yoongi to listen to him play. All the times he tried to say how much he loved him through the keys, even before they started dating. It would be very silly just to go back to the room when they have a whole city to see, though. "You're making it very tempting."

Jungkook groans as soon as Yoongi's made the suggestion, biting back laughter as he shakes his head, even as he refuses to take even a single step back, unwilling to relinquish the closeness. It's always tempting to retreat somewhere private with Yoongi. Maybe in a few years, he'll look back on this period with amusement — maybe they will no longer ache for that physical closeness in the way they do now, as adolescents who are experiencing that high for the first time. But for now, it's so tempting to take the opportunity whenever it presents himself; Jungkook can already feel his heart start to race, wanting.

"I'm sure," he murmurs, tilting his chin up so that he can brush his nose against Yoongi's forehead, tracing it along the side to his temple. "I'll stay up all night with you if we need to make up for lost time, but... god, Yoongi."

He drops his hand briefly, skimming along Yoongi's side. They're still clad in jackets for the time being to fend off the winds of early spring, but he lets the touch linger regardless, light and teasing.

"Okay. Okay," Jungkook laughs. "Let's go."

Grinning, Yoongi steps back, lifting Jungkook's hand to press a brief kiss to the back of it. "Let's go," he agrees. As tempting as it is to spend the whole weekend in bed together, to take advantage of the luxury of having that kind of time, he wants to explore the city. Discovering a new place is fun; with Jungkook at his side, it's exhilarating, a new world in which to make new memories.

Still, it's fun to tease Jungkook, and he'd be lying if he said the way his voice drops, low and wanting, didn't get under his skin.

Later, though. There's always later.

"Alright, I think we head this way to get that street," he continues, leading the way up the road. Even if he's wrong, they'll just get lost and it'll still be fun, but he's pretty sure he's right. "I hope you're right about food. Fish cakes sound really good right now."

When Yoongi takes the lead, Jungkook lets himself linger a half-step back, more than happy to have Yoongi figure out the best path to their destination. There's a certain comfort that comes from being led, from being able to put his faith and trust into Yoongi's judgment. There are so many walks of life where Jungkook has felt forced into wading the waters himself, but at least while he's with Yoongi, journeys can be taken side by side. Time is never fully lost when they're in each other's company.

"Don't they? They sound like they'd be nice and warm... ah, I wanna try the really spicy ones, I've heard they don't hold back with the spice as much here as they do in Seoul," Jungkook grins, closing his eyes as a breeze blows down the street, weaving through his hair. "And the seafood's probably better overall, right? Because we're basically right on the ocean. We should make the most of that while we're here. I wanna eat lots of crab."

Yoongi laughs. "Crab and the spiciest fish cakes we can find," he says. "You got it." Those shouldn't be hard to find in a seaside city like this. All they have to do is follow the road and follow the map — eventually, follow their noses to the source of the delicious seafood smells. There's salt in the air, reminding him faintly of trips to the beach, the seven of them piled into Jin's truck and driving down to the ocean.

He's been saving carefully, money split into two funds, one for Busan and one for if they ever need to run. There's enough there he doesn't feel bad about the idea of just splurging all weekend, showering Jungkook with whatever he wants, as much as he possibly can. It may be his birthday, but what makes Jungkook happy makes him happy. That seems like present enough.

Glancing at the map on his phone, he takes another turn. "And yeah, it should be nice and fresh. Ah, now I'm getting hungry again."

When the request is parroted back, Jungkook finds himself laughing at the ridiculousness of how it sounds — the two of them venturing all the way to Busan and moseying around in search of fish cakes and crab — but maybe that's part of the magic of this trip, Jungkook thinks. It doesn't have to be some grand gesture, it doesn't have to be the type of trip one watches in dramas or movies. Even here, what makes the trip magical is how easy it is for them to be with one another, to show themselves as they are without any pretense.

He steps a little closer, grabbing on tightly to Yoongi's arm, subconsciously focused on matching Yoongi's gait.

"Getting hungry is good. Means we made the right choice," Jungkook chirps in response, turning as Yoongi tugs him along. He licks his lips, grinning to himself as a thought strikes him, cheeks deepening to a dusty pink. "Because even if I filled you up, it wouldn't do much for your stomach."

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.

Maybe he should have expected a positive answer — he probably should have — but hearing Yoongi make the promise of intimacy later in the evening sends an immediate shiver down Jungkook's spine. His gaze lingers on Yoongi's smile for an extended moment, on the way his eyes narrow when he laughs, and it suddenly requires a lot of self-restraint to keep himself from sweeping Yoongi into some hidden corner for a kiss.

Jungkook settles instead for stroking his thumb over the contour of Yoongi's palm, then rubbing down the center, following palm lines and wondering what stories they'd tell to a reader.

It doesn't take too long before the sudden appearance of colorful overhangs, little tendrils of smoke and steam rising in the air from the carts of food vendors, and the inviting scent of oil, chili paste, and seafood mingled together.

"Ah, let's take a look here," Jungkook ushers Yoongi excitedly. "Tell me if anything looks really good to you."

Yoongi loves holding Jungkook's hand, loves the warmth, the closeness, the constant reminder of his presence, the gentle touches. Nothing seems entirely impossible when Jungkook is next to him. Even a hand becomes something precious to explore when it's the two of them together.

He's mastered taking pictures one-handed as a result, swiping the map app closed in favor of the camera to get a quick shot of the myriad bright colors of the food stalls. Then he drops his phone back into his pocket, eyeing the food.

"Can I say everything?" he asks. "It all looks good. I don't even know where to start."

For a moment, Jungkook's tempted to pull out his own phone for pictures, but something holds him back — maybe it's the expression Yoongi wears as he captures the moment, eyes roving over the stalls and searching for the right composition. There will be time for him to take photos later, Jungkook's sure, but for now it's nice to switch things up from the usual dynamic.

As soon as Yoongi puts his phone away, Jungkook leans in and presses another quick peck to Yoongi's cheek, before quickly pulling away and glancing across the stalls.

"Everything isn't a bad idea, but we gotta prioritize," Jungkook laughs, tugging Yoongi along and taking the lead, heading directly to a long cart of fish cakes bobbing in broth. "You can handle your spice, right?"

Everything's a little clumsier when he holds onto Yoongi's hand, but Jungkook forges ahead nonetheless, grabbing a small cup and filling it with a bit of soy sauce, a bit of chili oil, then reaching for one of the sticks marked with red tape.

Yoongi arches an eyebrow at him, watching as he gathers the food. "Of course I can handle my spice," he says. "Bring it on." Starting with fishcakes seems like a perfect idea, his stomach rumbling as he takes in the fragrant scent wafting up from the stall. It's ridiculous when they ate not that long ago, but at least it means he has room for all the delicious food on this street.

He's loathe to let go of Jungkook's hand, but he does, reaching for a cup to fill with broth. They can't get food, pay, or even eat if they're holding hands.

Well, no, he thinks, they'd figure it out. They've managed before. It's just easier this way. It leaves him unencumbered enough to pay the nice woman running the stall, too, before looking around for somewhere they won't be in the way as they eat.

There's a momentary feeling of loss when Yoongi's hand slips away from Jungkook's, though he gets over the disappointment quickly — it is easier to navigate the stall and the food vendors with the use of both hands, after all. It's early enough in the afternoon that Jungkook spots a relatively clear space by a hidden alley, presumably used to help wheel out ingredients and supplies. He wanders there and stops by the opening, nodding for Yoongi to follow as he tips the end of his fishcake in his cup.

"Say ahh," Jungkook instructs, smiling to himself. Chances are that he should have waited for Yoongi to grab his cup first so that he could follow suit with broth instead of soy sauce, but that miss isn't enough to dissuade Jungkook from wanting to feed Yoongi, to indulge in the little freedoms that they can grab as a couple.

Only once Yoongi's had a bite does Jungkook grab one of his own, tilting his head to and fro with excitement. It tastes so much more freshly made than what they typically find in Seoul, heavy with all the broth the cake soaked up.

Yoongi almost can't eat for laughing, both at the way Jungkook tells him what to do and how adorable he looks after he takes his own bite, so giddy and eager he's almost childlike. "Mm, that's good," he says, nodding. The flavor is bolder than at home, the freshness of the well-spiced fish complemented by the chili oil, and he closes his eyes to savor it for a moment — not just the food, all of it. Huddling close to Jungkook, the warmth of a body close to his, the faint hint of ocean salt in the air, the sound of hawkers and customers chattering up and down the street. It's all so vibrant. And they get to be here as a couple, not free of social rules, but far enough from home not to care much about that.

"Definitely the right choice to get the spicy one." He grins and leans over, snapping his teeth playfully at Jungkook as he takes the stick to dip into the soy sauce again.

"Everything's better with more gochu," Jungkook confirms, laughing as Yoongi bites through the air and easily relinquishing the stick. With his attention momentarily freed, he leans back slightly to get a look down the alley again, watching the aunties and grandmothers seated at tables, waiting to flag any passersby down for a bowl of noodles. Jungkook finds that markets are always comforting in a way — far from the pressures of school and work, where the most concerning matter is what food one wants to stuff their stomach with.

He could lose himself forever in a place like this, he thinks. Not that he minds Seoul necessarily, but there's something romantic about being a little further away from the city, too. Maybe next time, they should head out to the countryside, Jungkook thinks — where there isn't a single high-rise in sight.

"You gonna save any for me?" he teases, leaning back in and echoing Yoongi's earlier biting motion, just barely scraping against the curve of his cheek.

Yoongi turns his head to look at Jungkook, eyes bright with amusement, close enough he could lean in and kiss him. He wants to. Even tucked away to the side like this, though, they're not completely hidden from view. It's probably not the best idea.

"No," he says lightly, and presses a quick kiss to his lips anyway. His heart is racing, though the danger is relatively minimal. What's going to happen, some auntie decides to chase them off? No one will see them here. Most of them would probably just think they imagined it anyway, and they're all busy working and chattering away to each other. No, there's hardly any risk, and still, Yoongi's heart pounds with excitement, his smile a measure smug. There may be hardly any danger in what he's done, but it still feels like he's gotten away with something. He holds up the stick to offer to Jungkook. "Fine, I guess you can have some more."

In one moment, all of the teasing disappears from Jungkook's expression. He blinks, surprised by the contact and suddenly transfixed, instinctively bringing one hand back to his chest to curl in the fabric of his coat. The kiss wasn't one that he expected, and his heart races now from nerves and excitement and love, warmth seeming to shoot out to every last fingertip as his face splits with a smile again.

This is one of many times, Jungkook thinks, that he can definitively say he's fallen in love with Yoongi all over again.

"If you're not careful," Jungkook warns in an undertone, "I might end up having some of you instead." In contrast with the words, he leans forward and scrunches his nose as he takes another bite of the fish cake, less searing hot than it was before, and chews with satisfaction.

He's so cute like that, Yoongi thinks. The way he wrinkles up his nose — no wonder the other kids used to say he was a rabbit. He looks just like one, nose scrunching, munching away at the fish cake like he's so pleased with himself. Absolutely adorable and entirely irresistible.

"How did you get to be so bad at threats?" Yoongi asks, voice hushed, shaking his head. "Why is your default threat, 'Be careful, I might give you a blowjob'? You only encourage me."

He glances around and, as if to prove his point, leans in for another quick kiss.

Jungkook lets out a small noise against the kiss, leaning forward when Yoongi threatens to lean back, chasing after just a little more contact. With some fish cake still tucked away in his cheek, he can't exactly deepen the kiss in the way that he wants, but the contact is enough to set his mind wandering. It can't be completely unexpected, Jungkook thinks. They're young, still early in their relationship, now with an entire weekend and city all to themselves.

"Maybe it's because you're always on my mind," Jungkook murmurs, nearly pressing their foreheads together as he keeps his voice in an undertone. "I told you before, right? I get distracted during class... get distracted when I'm home alone. I can't help it if you're so hot that I'm basically horny all of the time. Nope. Can't be blamed for that."

With a grin, Jungkook snatches the stick and pulls off the remainder of the fish cake, walking out to the main alley and searching for the next stall to visit.

"Gguk-ah," Yoongi exclaims, hurrying after him. Pulling up alongside him, he swats at Jungkook's ass, but he can't quite manage to pull his face into the scowl he intends. It's impossible to hear such things and not get a little riled up, but Yoongi is all too aware that they're back on a busy street, surrounded by aunties who, while they've probably seen plenty, would undoubtedly be shocked all the same if they knew what the two of them were whispering about.

It's a hurdle, but he likes it, too, admittedly.

"You can be, I'm blaming you right now. You can't just say these things." Not and leave him hanging like this. They've got hours before they head back to the hotel, he's sure, and he has to spend them with these thoughts dancing around his head.

"Ooh, and here I thought I left you off pretty easy," Jungkook snickers, rubbing a hand over the spot that Yoongi smacked. Maybe it's the backdrop of Busan that emboldens him, far away from anyone they know, or maybe it's simply the passage of time that makes Jungkook lean further and further into this relationship, unwilling to hold back all of the love and sentiment he feels for Yoongi. Whatever the reason, his eyes shine wickedly now, Jungkook leaning in to make sure no one else overhears, that no one can glance over and read his lips.

"I wondered earlier if there was anything we could get away with on the train. You know, when our trays were down and everything," he murmurs, meeting Yoongi's gaze as he bites at his lower lip, grinning before leaning back and scrambling away again, lest Yoongi spank him again.

Jungkook rushes ahead, seeking the shelter of a busy queue lined up around a hotteok vendor, the smell of frying dough wafting through the air.

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