Hoseok and Yoongi walked the museum together. They skipped finding a second couple of students and opted to be alone for as long as possible. Hobi kept biting his lips to contain all the questions he had. He didn't want to upset Yoongi.

They stopped to rest in a large room that connected the wings of the museum. The floor was checkered marble with veins of silver and gold. A black fountain took up the center of the room, illuminated by the small windows in the tall dome that loomed above their heads. The cold stone echoed with the voices of the many visitors and the the scuffing of their heels on the hard surface.

Hoseok and Yoongi had taken up a place at the fountain's base. Hobi was rubbing circles onto Yoongi's hand and Yoongi was leaning into him comfortably.

"Babe?"

Yoongi hummed a response.

"Who hurts you?" Hobi breathed out so lowly he wasn't sure if Yoongi had heard him.

But Yoongi tensed in his hold, studying their entwined fingers. "Can we worry about that some other day? I want today to be wonderful."

"Of course." Hoseok nuzzled his head against Yoongi's hair. He wasn't sure why it was so easy to be affectionate this way, they'd just met. "What do you want for lunch?"

After burgers and french fries the pair was off again, searching the right wing of the museum. Yoongi liked the landscapes, mostly the paintings, while Hoseok kept gawking at statues. The detail astounded him, the folds of the clothes, the finger nails, the eyelashes. Yoongi appreciated the brush strokes, the pigmentation, the creation.

With about two hours left to kill and no more museum to cover, Sope wandered outside.

The misty morning had been burned away by the afternoon sun and a cool breeze carried puffy white clouds across the sky. The museum's extensive grounds stretched on in front of them, a luscious garden blooming with late summer flowers and early perennials in the beginnings of autumn.

Yoongi took a tighter hold of Hobi's hand and dragged him over to the shade of a sturdy oak.

Hoseok leaned his back against the tree and Yoongi faced him criss cross applesauce.

"Why do you work out so much?" Yoongi voiced his own question.

"I want to protect you, I want to save you." Hobi blushed.

Things weren't awkward. The situation was as natural as the breath in your lungs or the blood in your veins. It felt like they'd been together for years. They barely needed to talk.

Yoongi crawled into Hoseok's lap, leaning back against his toned chest.

"That's sweet." Hobi loved how right they felt, granted it was new, but it was so right.

They weren't close enough to kiss yet, but cuddling was acceptable - welcome even.

"I want a picture of you. Well, I want a lot of pictures of you, with you - of course - of you. Also I think I'm going to want your number. How does that sound?"

"Sweet." Yoongi knew he was blushing.

He cooperated with the requested pictures with a smile, which Hobi knew was one of his new favorite things. Yoongi typed his number into Hoseok's phone and vice versa. In minutes the picture of Hoseok and Namjoon on a ferry was replaced by one of Yoongi smiling softly up at him.

Yoongi's phone blew up as Hobie sent him every last one.

"This is my favorite." Hoseok said, showing Yoongi one of the pics.

"But they're all the same."

"No. In this when your eyes are smiling too. And you can see your tiny little gums." Hobi insisted.

Shoving him slightly, Yoongi tried not to blush.

"What should your name be in my phone?"

Yoongi hummed. "How about... My Swaggy Daddy?"

"Bold of you to assume you'd top, that should be your name for me." Hobi scoffed.

Yoongi giggled and Hobi relished the feeling. Yoongi was corporeal in his arms, the vibrations of his voice so tangible, Hoseok could sink into them. You couldn't take that away if you tried.

Hoseok buried his face in Yoongi's neck, feeling the warmth of him, the life. He rested his chin on the fielder's shoulder and sighed happily.

"Hey guys, sorry to break this up, but it's time to load the buses." Namjoon's voice softened as he finished, clearly seeing Hobi's grip tighten on his soulmate instinctively.

Yoongi felt it too.

"Thanks Namjoon, we're right behind you."

"Alright then Yoongi. It was a pleasure meeting you."

Yoongi nodded agreement.

As Namjoon's figure got smaller with the distance, Hobi snuggled back into Yoongi's neck. Yoongi leaned back into Hoseok, ready to cry himself.

"I dont want to let you go. You'll get hurt again." He sniffled.

Yoongi's chest tightened and he turned awkwardly in the embrace. "Hey, hey. We promised no serious talk today."

He held Hoseok's face in his hands and swiped at the tears on his lover's face. He gave him an encouraging smile.

"Yeah. I'm sorry." Hoseok returned the gesture with a watery smile of his own before they made off for the buses hand in hand.

Students were still boarding when they arrived. They held each other close until the last possible second.

Yoongi pecked Hoseok on the cheek and turned to climb the steep steps.

Hobi smacked him on the butt, walking away and calling over his shoulder. "I'm the daddy."

Red to the tips of his ears, Yoongi shrunk in his seat to avoid the penetrating stares of his classmates.