Yoongi smiles warmly at the sweet touch of Jungkook against his hair. It's the little things like that, thoughtless gestures, as if they can't quite contain their love, as if it all spills over, that make Yoongi so happy. He hardly needs proof of Jungkook's affection, but he enjoys receiving it all the same.

"Maybe," he says. He picked up that kind of thing young, listening to his mother. Other people probably just aren't as lucky as he's been. Or maybe they simply don't have any taste. It could be either one. "I taught you well, after all. But you were already receptive. Other people just don't get it."