The thought is particularly appealing to Yoongi--rewinding and experiencing the day with Jungkook again. Seeing the younger boy smile up at him for the first time, hugging him for the first time, seeing the way he lit up from within when he praised his art and feeling the shy touch of his hand. Right now it's still safely in his own, but the way Jungkook's walking has their arms swinging lightly between them. Yoongi likes the feel of it just as much as he likes how comfortable Jungkook seems to be, relaxed enough to not be made too self-aware. It'd be nice to stay like this. Maybe the two could walk the entire length of the beach all night and soak up every last bit of time together. The train ticket in his pocket somehow feels unforgiving, but it's not like Yoongi expected the day to end any other way. Of course he would have to go back home to Daegu eventually and leave Jungkook.

Maybe he just didn't expect how difficult that last part would be.

"Maybe we can." Yoongi's own voice is soft, mellowed out by the gentle sounds of the ocean and the affection that's been lingering inside of him ever since he laid eyes on the kid. He gives Jungkook's hand a reassuring squeeze. "I can come back and we can do everything over again. Just say when, and I'll be here." It sounds awfully close to Namjoon's assessment of his current situation--you're whipped, man--and at this point Yoongi couldn't care less. He's not going to lie to Jungkook. And he's not sure how much longer he'll be able to keep glossing over the truth with platonic, friendly intentions when all he really wants to do is tell Jungkook how much he means to him. When just having him this close is doing a number on his heart.