Sometimes Yoongi thinks Taehyung can read him, too. There are days when he seems to temper his enthusiasm when he approaches Yoongi, times he's actually quieter, might even sit and listen to him play for a few minutes before he can't help interrupting. And sometimes his exuberance is charming, even helpful, pulling Yoongi into his orbit, emulating Taehyung's energy as they run wild. It isn't, he knows, Taehyung's fault that there are times when Yoongi simply can't follow suit. His whole body, his stubborn mind, seem to resist any kind of happiness.

"Not if you're up and I'm down," he says, casting a sidelong look at Jungkook. He lets go of his hand to slip his arm around Jungkook's waist. "But you know how to read me, too. When I need to be approached more carefully." His tone turns wry as he speaks, self-deprecating. He hates these moods, hates forcing the others into a position where they can't just be themselves around him without his nerves and tongue snapping. "So it's not really a problem."