Yoongi laughs, a short, bright burst, and shakes his head. "What are you watching when I'm not around?" he asks, hugging Jungkook's arm. He's pretty sure he couldn't ever playact such a thing without being reduced to incoherent giggles, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. They'd have fun, at least, and he likes the nights when they end up laughing and joking in bed as much as the tender, quiet nights.

Well, for a given value of quiet.

"Besides," he says, mock-thoughtful, "how am I supposed to punish you if you go straight?" He manages to stifle his laugh this time, at least. But then, he's not sure the point of such an endeavor would be to maintain seriousness anyway.