"Hmm, I guess that's true," Jungkook grins, taking a step forward when Yoongi tugs at his arm. Even with everything they shared, Jungkook wouldn't say that there's anything about Yoongi specifically that reads as queer — and maybe that's part of the important lesson anyway, that these parts of one's identity aren't in any way molded into the skin. It's all a matter of how much people want to express themselves, how explicit they want to be.

Because queer doesn't look one way or the other. Doesn't act one way or the other. It's such a simple and obvious fact now, even if it didn't always feel that way to Jungkook before.

He tilts his head, listening to Yoongi muse about his mother. "I think that's one of the things I'm afraid my mom will say, too. That it's just... some kind of phase and I'm being rebellious or whatever. I wish I could know how to make sure she understands," Jungkook says softly, squeezing Yoongi's hand. "Maybe it'll be easier for your mom to see it. And hopefully she'll know that I plan on keeping you safe, with everything I've got."