Jungkook levels Yoongi with a look, then elbows his waist gently. "Aish, you really — I don't know how you can still be so clueless about your looks when I've told you a million times," he sighs, tone slightly petulant. He glances over at Yoongi, eyes tracing along the line of Yoongi's profile. "You're so beautiful that anything would suit you. Your features, your proportions — everything's just right. You're the kind of model that everyone wants to get in art class, you know? So that means that you've got what it takes to pull everything off. If you wanted to, anyway."

There's an earnestness with which Jungkook speaks, a conviction behind his assessment of Yoongi's appearance. He knows that everyone has their preferences, but there's really nothing about Yoongi's face that Jungkook thinks people would dislike. He may not have the largest eyes, or the widest smile, but he doesn't have to. It's the full effect that makes him look like a work of art.

"Of course, if you wanted just a plain navy suit, no frills, that'd probably work too," Jungkook muses.