maybe that's exactly why jungkook is like this, exactly why he reacts to yoongi this way - because it's clear enough that the older man is used to calling the shots. and jungkook doesn't doubt that yoongi has put in work. he doesn't doubt that he's earned his place, clawed his way up from the bottom and all of that shit. it's clear he's talented, there's no arguments there. but even so - jungkook is a spitfire at the best of times. and he doesn't much care for being talked down to, lumped in with the rest of them, other dancers who don't have half the skill that he does simply because he's young, because he hasn't been around quite as long. proving yourself doesn't always have to go hand in hand with longevity. maybe jungkook is out to prove that.

or maybe there's just something about yoongi that gets under his skin. maybe it's unrelated, maybe he just likes pissing him off, maybe it's a spark of something different, something interesting to break up the routine. in the end, it doesn't much matter what it is. yoongi's words still don't phase him. jungkook isn't scared of him, he just keeps a level stare on him the whole time, a hint of that smirk still lingering just to make yoongi that much more irritated by it all. "i'm here because of hobi hyung," he corrects, and really, all this cocky attitude isn't baseless. it's all because he knows he has it. he knows he doesn't need more rehearsal to land the movements. he knows that as soon as he gets into position, he'll kill it and get the satisfaction of yoongi having to notice, whether he wants to or not. "chill the fuck out, princess. i'm coming. as soon as i finish this." he wiggles the water bottle still in his hand a little, just to make his point.