"You're my favorite muse," Jungkook counters, because it sounds a little nicer than simply referring to Yoongi as a captive model, however true the description might be. "Probably could be a lot of people's muse, if you wanted. You look good from every angle; it's really not fair." Jungkook pulls a face, then pokes Yoongi in the side — just once, lest he drop all the seeds in the hotteok — before stepping off to the side.

(It's frustratingly true. Yoongi looks good from every angle, with every hair color, in any kind of outfit. A sort of versatility that would be aggravating if it weren't for the fact that Jungkook likes to exploit it in times like these.)

Giving his hotteok another long blow of his breath, Jungkook carefully takes a bite, brows raising in slight surprise. "Ah," he remarks, carefully keeping his mouth mostly closed, mumbling around his words. "It's so much crispier than I thought it'd be!"