A pianist. There's a part of Jungkook that longs for that to happen for Yoongi as well, for Yoongi to be able to earn a living doing the things he loves most. But years of schooling have taught him, if nothing else, the impracticality of venturing into art and art alone. To survive off of an artist's income is just that — surviving at best — and for reasons completely unrelated to the quality of the art itself. It's simply a matter of logistics. Too many artists to have all of their work exposed, too difficult to work against algorithms that focus entirely on favoring the few.

As much as Jungkook loves Yoongi's music, as much as either of them know that Yoongi has a gift, Jungkook knows that trying to be a pianist might be more risk than either of them is willing to take now, when their love itself already feels like it's challenged by society.

But Yoongi's mother wanted that for him, nonetheless. Yoongi's mother was a dreamer, and maybe that tells Jungkook more about how she'd feel about the two of them than anything else. He nods against Yoongi's temple, running fingers steadily through his hair. Sweeping, soothing motions.

"She really did just want you to be happy," Jungkook agrees. "So really, the responsibility's mine now. To make sure that I can make you happy for the rest of your life. I think she'd like the fact that that's my goal."