"She's gonna tell us how school's fun, isn't she?" Jungkook asks, glancing up towards the sky, even though the girl is leaning back far enough that he can't see her at all. She's expressive enough with her tone that he thinks he can picture her face — a little precocious, more than a little disappointed. Probably mimicking whatever kind of scolding she's witnessed from adults over the years. Probably not all that unlike her fictional idol, overbearing but incredibly cute about it.

(Incredibly cute from the perspective of an adult, anyway. Jungkook doesn't doubt that as a kid, he would have clashed pretty severely with her type of personality. He knows better, now.)

"School is fun," the girl chirps up from above, giving Jungkook's head a little swat before she thinks better of herself, glancing nervously at the ground. For his part, Jungkook doesn't punish her for the gesture, rude though it is to be coming from a kid. He makes more of a face at Yoongi, when he feels the finger poking in his side — he raises a brow in warning, unable to promise that he won't shake things up a bit if he's tickled, which the little girl might not appreciate. "The teachers are all really nice, as long as you don't make trouble for other kids. And, um. I wanna be the president when I grow up. Or prime minister. Both of those are okay."