"Anything?" Jungkook asks, soft and slightly skeptical. He can think of a million ways to exploit that comment if he wanted, things that he could smear onto his skin that are far less pleasant than sugar. Even things that he gets on his skin on a regular basis, no teasing required — like the paints from art class, or the way his hands look after a muddy gym day.

Though that's dipping further into semantics than Jungkook cares to, right now. Especially when he turns around and finds Yoongi watching a little boy playing up against the window, one who's almost jamming a stuffed crocodile against the glass. For some reason, Jungkook's always found it easier to picture Yoongi engaging with a little girl, but the grin on his face makes it clear that Yoongi can easily find the charm in rambunctious little boys as well.

They're probably too young for Jungkook's chest to ache as much as it does, but he's glad for the feeling, giving Yoongi's hand a little squeeze. Someday, he thinks to himself. They'll get there.