Yoongi glances over at Jungkook to find him watching him in return, the flush on his cheeks spreading. At least it's fairly dim in the aquarium and he doesn't have to be embarrassed over blushing at being caught out watching kids. They're just so cute; there's something magical about the way children take on the world, as if anything is possible. He'd thought that feeling had died out in him, but these days, he can feel it flickering back to life. They have everything ahead of them, a lifetime of discovery and love, and someday some sweet little child of their own.

"He's cute," he says, the question forgotten, his hand rubbing soft circles against Jungkook's back. "They all are." He huffs out a soft laugh. "I bet you were adorable. A little terror, though." It's easy to imagine Jungkook being so fascinated by the world that he gets himself into trouble, stumbling into messes and adventures, the kind of kid who toddles off when his mother's not looking for half a second. Hell, it's easy enough to imagine him doing that now, never mind as a child.