Yoongi huffs, brow raising, and shakes his head. "Please," he says, "you're gonna be gorgeous forever. It's annoying, honestly." He'll probably do okay himself — Jungkook is probably right about the wrinkles, at least, and his hair, but he's going to have to do more work if he wants to stay relatively in shape — but Jungkook is beautiful. Maybe it's that there's something so sweetly youthful about him, but Yoongi doesn't think that's all. It's his quick smile and his kind eyes, more than anything; those are things that stay beautiful, no matter at what age.

"We can just be that couple," he says, rather than protesting Jungkook's appraisal of him. "The one that drives everyone else nuts by being perfect. Hot and ridiculously in love. Even thirty years from now. Even fifty." The way he feels around Jungkook, that sense of comfort and home, that's not something that burns away. Maybe the passion and energy and heat will fade with time, but the love never will.