"I bet it would look pretty on you." The words come out before Yoongi has the chance to reel them back in. It's as honest as everything else, because looking at the delicate thing in his hands, it's impossible not to picture Jungkook wearing it. It's growing increasingly impossible to not picture Jungkook all the time period. The younger boy lingers in his mind so often it's as though he belongs there. Just like his art belongs in Yoongi's apartment, just like his sweet messages belong in a small corner of Yoongi's heart, just like his hand seems to belong in his hand, still holding on gently. Somewhere along the way, as they move through the market without worrying about time, their fingers lace together. Yoongi doesn't quite know who does it first, but he knows he holds on that much tighter. So much warmth. It's a constant reminder of how close they are, and how much closer Yoongi wants to be. Longs to be.

It's only after their second round of snacks that Yoongi finally seems to notice the darkening streets, the quieter thrum of city activity. Evening is fast approaching. The two of them wander away from the market, content to stay together while they still have some time left. They don't talk about it, really--they just keep walking side by side, content with wherever they end up. Which happens to be a nearby beach, one of those famous ones Busan is known for, touristy and local at the same time. It feels calmer at night, with less people around and the dark, glittering water rolling soft on the shore. Feels exactly where he would want to be tonight with Jungkook. "Not much of a beach person, but I can see why this place is so popular," Yoongi says as they walk along, taking in the view for a few moments. "Today just went by so fast."