Yoongi laughs, the creeping edge of melancholy ebbing away again. Jungkook is good for him, he thinks, a balm for his worries, soothing to his heart. He's better off with him, happier than he used to be. Kinder, he thinks, to himself than he once was. He leans close, pressing a kiss to Jungkook's hollowed cheek. "Definitely," he teases. "Very mature." He doubts Jungkook could pass for anything above seventeen, but the idea of it is cute, Jungkook trying to sneak into places he's not allowed just to keep an eye on him. Jealousy is oddly flattering, when it's mostly in jest.

"Please," he adds, wry, brushing a kiss against Jungkook's lips. "Like I have eyes for anyone but you." No matter how hot someone else might be, acknowledging it isn't enough to distract him from what they have. Why would he trade away the surest thing he's ever felt? Fingers brushing through Jungkook's hair, he shifts closer, lifting his chin to press a kiss to Jungkook's forehead. Yeah, other people might be objectively hotter, but it doesn't take a genius to see that Jungkook is only going to get more and more beautiful as he grows older, or that he's ridiculously lovely now. "Doesn't matter how hot these people are."