"It's gonna be really hard," the girl says, preening slightly when the shorter oppa tells her that she can do it. She's not stupid, of course. Being the president is really tough business — only one person gets to do it every five years. She's not even ten yet. But she likes it when adults tell her that she can do it; it makes her want to prove them right. "But I want to be a really good lady president, because President Park Geun-Hye wasn't very good, my mom says. And that's too bad, because she was the only lady president so far. So I want to be a better one."

Jungkook laughs at this, soft and fond as he lowers his head. This little girl isn't even half his age, probably, and she's got enough ambition for the both of them. Of course, her age might have something to do with it; Jungkook remembers when he used to want to win Olympic medals for taekwondo as a kid, only to realize as he got older that the competition only got fiercer over the years.

But it's not too bad for a person to have a dream when they're that young, he thinks.

"Well, we'll vote for you, right Yoongi?" Jungkook asks, then tilts his head back to try and get a view of the girl's face. "Should we be letting you get back to your mom and dad now?"

"Mm," the girl nods, though her voice sounds reluctant. "Yeah, I guess so."