Yoongi laughs. The words bring back flashes of memory, soapy touches and kisses under the falling water, and he wonders briefly how big the shower is in their room.

"Are you trying to seduce me into wearing glitter?" he asks, grinning even as he shakes his head at the idea of it. His resistance is purely a token anyway. He knows better than to think he can say no to Jungkook for long, even if it means his father fussing over the inevitable trails of glitter through the house. At least he has plenty of time to think of a good excuse for it. "Because that might work."