Three years seems like a long time to wait, but Yoongi nods anyway. Jungkook will need to turn twenty before they can really carry through and, anyway, they'll want to get settled in university and be able to find somewhere to live. They'll probably need jobs, too, on top of school, because, even here, in this quiet, contented space, he can't hide from the certainty that his father will disown him once he's out.

But that's something for future Yoongi to worry about. Now Yoongi has Jungkook's lips brushing whisper-soft against his skin as he talks, his body warm and sweet against Yoongi's, weaving dreams out of thin air. It feels good to hear Jungkook talk like this. He's never been what Yoongi would call closed off, but it's as if something has come unlatched in him now, left him swinging wide open.

"Well, we'll either have to set a time-limit for Namjoon," he muses, "or tell Seokjin that if he tells more than three terrible jokes, we're kicking him out mid-ceremony. We'll let Hoseok take over."