For a moment, Jungkook finds himself caught on the soft flush of Yoongi's cheeks, pleasantly pink against his otherwise pale complexion, and it's hard not to be excited about everything that the next ten years holds for them — because ten years seems like a reasonable amount of time to wait before potentially adding kids to the mix. By that time, Yoongi will be thirty, Jungkook twenty-six, and both of those ages seem relatively mature, and advanced enough that both of them will probably have completed their time in the military. At least one of them should have a pretty defined career by then, Jungkook expects.

But before he can comment, Jungkook realizes the shade that's been thrown his way, and he blinks before feigning the most offended look possible.

"I was an absolute angel, thank you very much," he counters, which is a flat-out lie. Jungkook's pretty sure that before his father passed away, he was both loud and demanding, as one might expect from an only child who's been doted on. "All you had to do was point me to a playground and I'd be set." Jungkook narrows his eyes, staring at Yoongi thoughtfully. "Meanwhile, I wouldn't be surprised if you, like... I don't know, stopped by every busker and told them they were playing their instruments off-key."