For a moment, Yoongi's mind is alive with the memory of lips and teeth on his skin, neck and ears flushing at the thought of it. He has to look directly at the otters and not at Jungkook as he tries to push it away. Now isn't the time, appealing as the thought might be. If he lets himself think too much about such things when they're not alone, he'll only frustrate himself.

Still, it's nice. Even if Yoongi knows the physical appeal he holds for Jungkook, it feels good to hear it, bolstering his confidence even further. It's one thing to think he's attractive; it's another entirely else to be reminded other people agree, especially Jungkook — who, although clearly biased, is also the person whose opinion matters most.

"Itty bitty," he says, stifling a laugh. "Aw, cute. You know they hold hands so they won't lose each other?"