"Yah, listen to how smart she is already," Yoongi says, amused and oddly proud. She's not his kid, but he feels like they've temporarily adopted her, and she's a clever little thing. At her age, he was running around, getting into scrapes, more athletic and outgoing than he later became. She's already working hard for her future.

"Sometimes oppa wants to go have fun instead," he admits, "but you're right. I'll go to school. It is how you become smart." There are so many other kinds of intelligence, he knows, other opportunities in the world not worth missing, but she's young and he has no desire to be a bad influence. It's different with boys of his own age; encouraging the others to slack off with him isn't so bad when they all do the same. She's too young for any of that. Besides, when someone so small scolds, it's actually adorable.

He's forgotten about the otters now, engaged in their conversation, even as he reaches out to poke Jungkook in the side. "And if you don't go, teachers get mad. You don't want that. What job do you want when you grow up?"