"You're so pale, and it's fucking beautiful," Jungkook murmurs in an undertone, gaze flicking to meet Yoongi's. Jungkook doesn't particularly like ascribing value or preference to different shades of complexion, but Yoongi's is striking for how rare it is, a pristine sort of pale that has to be kept carefully protected when the sun's out. It doesn't hurt that the complexion makes it so easy for Yoongi to pull off any hair color, any shades of clothing — giving Yoongi a freedom of expression that Jungkook envies. Jungkook would love to play with color, to be able to paint himself in all the colors he uses on his canvases, but it doesn't work half as well on him.

Which is fine. Maybe it's actually a blessing that Yoongi's the one with the flexibility. It's not like Jungkook spends half as much time looking at himself.

"Okay, so stacking buckets is boring when you've got opposable thumbs, but maybe we pick something for you that humans can't do that easily, then," Jungkook reasons. "Also, which one of us looks better shirtless is definitely debatable. Your belly is a lot cuter than mine."