"Wouldn't I?" Jungkook asks, chewing on his ddeok and swallowing cleanly. He's pretty sure that he's not the only one in their group that takes a bit of pleasure from watching Yoongi be a bit of a grump — not on his darkest days, when the thoughts continue to take him down step by step, but when the irritants are relatively harmless. When it's clear that they're not so bad so as to drive him away.

Jungkook thinks it can't be helped; grumpy Yoongi is just so cute.

"I don't know, I think I like seeing you pout a lot. Or seeing, I don't know, the contrast between you and your environment. Like a person wearing black in a sea of color." Jungkook tilts his head. "But I bet you'd secretly love it. Especially if we chose a color that matched your hair."