"You only say it's cute because you don't see how terribly ineffective it is," Jungkook laughs out loud, his face already flushed with embarrassment. If Yoongi's mother is indeed watching, she probably has had a front row seat to how many times Jungkook's driven his own fingertips to numbness by hammering away on his desk. The better solution would probably be to invest some money in a cheap keyboard, but Jungkook isn't sure yet how he would explain the purchase to either of his parents without drawing attention to his relationship with Yoongi.

Someday. Maybe in a year from now, and at most two. Gradually, these barriers will lower.

The air feels a little lighter now in spite of the ache that lingers in Jungkook's chest, and he finds himself stepping closer to Yoongi's side, giving Yoongi's hand a tight squeeze. "I'm devoted to you because you're the person I love most in this world," Jungkook answers plainly. "And you're a better person than you realize, Min Yoongi. I have good taste, you know. A very discerning eye for talent and looks alike."

He blinks, glancing back at the marker with a panicked look. "Which is not to say that I'm dating your son only for his appearance! He... aish," Jungkook cringes. "He's just got everything, you know?"