Even on his best days, when Yoongi looks in the mirror and knows with absolute confidence that he is, in all honesty, pretty fucking hot, he doesn't think he's perfect. Everyone has flaws. He tries not to think about his physical imperfections, not when so many of his personal ones haunt him, but they exist. But when Jungkook says it, so soft and earnest, he kind of believes it. Whatever flaws he might have don't stop him from being perfect to the one person whose opinion most matters. Isn't that perfection enough?

"Should I stop sending those then?" he teases, stepping into the shower. He eyes the showerhead warily for a moment, then reaches up to try and twist it away from them before he turns the water on. If it comes out too cold or too hot, he doesn't want to get hit by the stream head-on. Once it's running, he turns his head to kiss Jungkook's cheek. "Still romantic. Just because it's not the way people usually do things... You loved me. I wish I'd known you were memorizing my hands while I was banging out shitty improvisations to express how it was eating me up inside. Might've actually said something." He glances away, still shy even now, as he holds his hand out under the water, testing the temperature, adjusting the faucet to try and warm it up. It all feels so stupid now. Jungkook didn't have much of a choice, falling first, but if Yoongi had known, if he'd just reached out the moment he realized how he felt instead of trying to convince himself it wasn't true or it was somehow corrupting their friendship, if he'd had any idea how much their friendship would only flourish and grow in the light of love... He huffs, rolling his eyes, lip quirking in a lopsided smile. "Maybe not, but I might've."