It's not like Yoongi can see anything, but he can imagine, mind briefly filling in the gap with memories of those muscles under his fingertips, beneath his lips. Not for the first time, he wonders if he should try working out, too, if only to keep up with Jungkook.

He usually ends up deciding he's too lazy for that.

"Yah," he exclaims, rolling his eyes. "Isn't it enough that you're taller than me? You have to be stronger and hotter, too? Leave something for me." Though, considered that way, Yoongi has to admit that, as much as Jungkook has him, he's got Jungkook pretty good, too. No doubt trips to the gym come with their share of eye candy, but Yoongi knows Jungkook's eye never wanders (or, if it ever does, it's equally gratifying to imagine that no one else measures up).