"Ron," Yoongi says, "and if you call me a nerd again —" There's no threat he can make that is appropriate for a child's ears, if only, at the very least, because he shouldn't advocate violence, never mind the withholding of sex. They'd both know he doesn't mean it anyway, so he lets the implied threat hang in the air for a moment, his brow arching. It's impossible not to wonder what Jungkook is thinking, impossible not to guess he's considering the same things Yoongi is, imagining their future child.

Dealing with this adorable little girl, it doesn't matter to him that they're still too young. It's enough for him to be sure that, one day, they're going to be good at this. They won't be like their own fathers; they'll be kind and attentive, as firm as they are encouraging, showering their child with love.

"She's better than me, too," he adds after a moment, glancing up at the girl, at once sheepish and mischievous. "I don't always go to school when I should. But if you keep working hard like that, I bet you'll turn out to be a genius, too."