"Little brat," Yoongi says, and it's a term of endearment, his hand squeezing Jungkook's as they take another step forward, the line advancing bit by bit. Granted, he may not have much right to call Jungkook little, even on his own birthday; he's resigned himself to not growing anymore while Jungkook only seems to get taller and taller. That's never going to stop him.

He huffs, smile managing to be at once fond and wry. "Of course I'll still love you. Even if you're big as a house, I'll love you." He realizes after he's said it that he's forgotten to keep his voice down, but everyone around them is engaged in their own conversations and none of them seem to have noticed or cared. Besides, there's no one here who poses a real threat to them.