"Forever? No way. I don't even wear sunscreen half the time," Jungkook laughs, raising his hands to his face, pulling at the corners of his eyes. "I'm going to look like an old, wrinkly raisin. But at least I'll be a jolly one. You know, those halabeoji who look like they might date back to the beginning of the century, and you can't even count the number of creases in their skin, but they smile and they're happy and it makes you happy too. That's the kind of guy I wanna be. And hopefully you won't just leave me if I stop being gorgeous."

He briefly positions his hands underneath his chin, a rare display of aegyo before he stops in his tracks, holding out his hand and letting Yoongi catch up those couple of paces.

"I think people are gonna be jealous already just from the way we look at each other. Even if I stop being swole. Don't you ever get that feeling when you see an older couple? All the ones who're still holding hands, even if it looks like the wind might blow them over," Jungkook says, scanning the area for an example. "Those are the people I envy most."