Jungkook's smile, still half buried in the pillow, widens at the feeling of Yoongi's fingertips brushing down and coming to a rest over his heart. There, he thinks, is physical proof of how much he loves Yoongi, how much the feelings threaten to overwhelm him still even now. He can feel his pulse thudding in his ears, and the rhythm of his heartbeat against Yoongi's fingers. Biology class has taught Jungkook that it'd be more accurate to say his emotions are controlled by the brain, but there's a certain romanticism in attributing it to something more instinctive than just the cerebral.

Loving Yoongi doesn't feel like a conscious choice so much as it does a simple truth.

"Yah, you keep talking like I'm some obvious catch or something," Jungkook wrinkles his nose, coughing out a laugh. "You're so biased. I'm just me. Jeon Jungkook. Desperately in love with one Min Yoongi."