Thirty years is a long time, and Yoongi finds that thinking of it just makes his heart warm. He wants badly to spend his years listening to Jungkook chatter on, to pass decades locked close together, their fingers curled and entwined as they are now. He looks over at Jungkook and smiles.
"Yeah, he is," he agrees. There are times he can be nearly as rambunctious himself, when he's in the mood to be. It's easier to be when Taehyung and the others are encouraging him. It just isn't something he can do or be all the time, and sometimes it seems like Taehyung is always on, his high energy only dampened by sullen moods.
Which, if Yoongi thinks about it closely, isn't too different from himself, just in extremely different ratios.
"And I like that," he says. "Sometimes. And sometimes I just... can't."
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"Yeah, he is," he agrees. There are times he can be nearly as rambunctious himself, when he's in the mood to be. It's easier to be when Taehyung and the others are encouraging him. It just isn't something he can do or be all the time, and sometimes it seems like Taehyung is always on, his high energy only dampened by sullen moods.
Which, if Yoongi thinks about it closely, isn't too different from himself, just in extremely different ratios.
"And I like that," he says. "Sometimes. And sometimes I just... can't."