Jungkook wonders distantly how different the images are that either of them conjure up in their minds. Things like this aren't so easily shared, though Jungkook wishes that they were — he wants to see all the little things that Yoongi cares about in his dreams, all the things Yoongi yearns for, so that he can better work towards providing them himself. For Jungkook, the image is relatively blurry. A space of their own, a piano somewhere. Yoongi himself in full detail, smiling contentedly, hair a deep shade of brown or black.

The specifics never matter as much as having Yoongi himself.

"Me, too," Jungkook murmurs. "I mean, in some ways, it's already started, right? Even if we're not living together yet. This is all part of our story, too." He raises a hand, thumb gently stroking across Yoongi's cheek, feeling the curve of his smile.