There are moments when Yoongi's whole being thrums with love for Jungkook, a sudden blossoming in his chest, warm with affection. He's so thoughtful and there's a sweetness, a gentleness, to his thoughts, his desire for the safety of these creatures. He imagines things Yoongi never stops to consider.

He leans over to press a quick kiss to Jungkook's cheek. "I love you," he says. "That makes a lot of sense, yeah. Like bees, right? They do that, break it off. It's probably the same." Some species of bees die from it, he's pretty sure, but it can't be that many of them, since that seems like a pretty stupid evolutionary mechanism. "Mm, but wouldn't they grow them back then?"