Hoseok smiles widely, his chest feeling like it's going to burst, like his ribs are insufficient to hold the happiness in. He's had an idea that Jimin might like him for a few weeks, but actually hearing it, seeing Jimin's face, the way he blushes, his smile, it's so real that Hoseok can barely process it. No one's ever looked at him this way, no one's ever talked to him like this. It's better than he imagined it could be.

"Yeah, let's walk," Hoseok replies, leaning to bump his nose against Jimin's temple when the urge to kiss his cheek is too much. He wants to hold Jimin's hand but he doesn't know if he can yet, if that would be too obvious. It's not that they haven't held hands before, but walking slowly down the beach hand in hand is pretty much the most romantic thing Hoseok has ever considered doing. Instead he wraps his arm around Jimin's shoulders, squeezing Jimin's upper arm before slipping his arm away.

"We should come back in the summer, when we can be warm" he says, shivering now that they're not pressed as close together. "When I can see you in less clothes," he adds, his voice pitched low, gaze focused on the stiff, cold sand.