Yoongi laughs, curling his fingers in Jungkook's shirt. He's so fucking cute, curled close, his breath warm against Yoongi's shoulder. All Yoongi wants is to hold him a while, but he's content like this, too, held in place as Jungkook pouts adorably. For the moment, the children surrounding them are entirely forgotten.

"Oh, I did those, too," he says. In retrospect, he's never been very good at sleeping when he's supposed to, even before his nights were plagued by self-doubt and overthinking. He has trouble remembering specific incidents for most such occasions, but he knows he insisted on staying up too late too many times. "But the piano is probably the least comfortable thing to fall asleep on. It's a good thing they carried me off before I had key prints embedded in my face."