"If you stop sending those, I'll stop sending mine," Jungkook says without missing a beat. And perhaps that alone is enough to show how confident they are in each other — that Jungkook can now realize how much value the image of himself has to another person, how much happiness he can bring even when they're apart. He shivers when the spray of the shower skims against the side of his arm, nestling himself against Yoongi's warmth instead, crowding the both of them towards the end of the shower that hasn't yet been hit by the water.

The time for joking quickly passes as Yoongi presses a kiss to Jungkook's cheek, as his words take a softer tone, low and quiet in his throat. "Your improvisations were never shitty," he reprimands quietly, tugging up the warm that Yoongi has extended under the water, cold drops slipping off from his fingertips. "Actually, the more you played, the more I fell in love. So maybe it was okay that it took so long. Your music..." Jungkook huffs a laugh, glancing down at their feet, rosy now after sitting underneath the chilly spray. "It's almost like looking in a mirror. I know that on the surface, we're so different — you're cool and I'm clumsy — but when you're playing at the piano, it's like, everything that I feel, the things I don't know how to put into words, they're there. They're there in your music. I told you that I fell in love when I first heard you play the piano, right? I really mean that."