jungkook probably looks every bit as confused as he feels, a little bit blank, a little startled at the sound that he just made even though he was obviously the one who did it. he knows what it was, he's heard enough people around him say yoongi's name to recognize it, to understand it, even if he's never said it himself until now. even if he's never said anything. maybe it was just waiting there, simmering under the surface, looking for a chance to jump out when jungkook wasn't thinking too hard about it, when it was all instinct, when he was worked up enough to just let it happen without having any real idea at all of how he did it.
one second, he's calling out to yoongi, calling out his name in a desperate hope to finally grab his attention. the next second he's being scooped up out of the cart, getting all of that attention and then some all at once, everything yoongi suddenly surrounding him in the best possible way. he's hit with all of it, the happiness on yoongi's face, in his voice, the feeling of being close to him and the familiar comfort of his scent when he is, all of the things that are good and nice are washing over him so completely that, honestly, that's all it takes for the desperation to settle. he's satisfied enough now that he has that attention, now that yoongi is praising him, cooing over him, giving him that kind of attention that he craves, that he's so used to, that he's absolutely certain he could never, ever do without.
and, just like that, the fact that he just said yoongi's name, that he just spoke, that he just did something so completely and utterly amazing in yoongi's eyes just flies out the window entirely. once jungkook is satisfied with the closeness, once he feels content again in that he's wiggling around a bit in yoongi's hold, just enough so that he can point to those amazing, wonderful bottles of something new that he wanted yoongi to see so badly, that he still wants him to see. the question, the coaxing flies over his head in favor of big, eager eyes, the way that a more familiar little sound leaves his throat, urgent, letting yoongi know exactly what it is that he wants in a way that he knows without a doubt he'll understand.
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one second, he's calling out to yoongi, calling out his name in a desperate hope to finally grab his attention. the next second he's being scooped up out of the cart, getting all of that attention and then some all at once, everything yoongi suddenly surrounding him in the best possible way. he's hit with all of it, the happiness on yoongi's face, in his voice, the feeling of being close to him and the familiar comfort of his scent when he is, all of the things that are good and nice are washing over him so completely that, honestly, that's all it takes for the desperation to settle. he's satisfied enough now that he has that attention, now that yoongi is praising him, cooing over him, giving him that kind of attention that he craves, that he's so used to, that he's absolutely certain he could never, ever do without.
and, just like that, the fact that he just said yoongi's name, that he just spoke, that he just did something so completely and utterly amazing in yoongi's eyes just flies out the window entirely. once jungkook is satisfied with the closeness, once he feels content again in that he's wiggling around a bit in yoongi's hold, just enough so that he can point to those amazing, wonderful bottles of something new that he wanted yoongi to see so badly, that he still wants him to see. the question, the coaxing flies over his head in favor of big, eager eyes, the way that a more familiar little sound leaves his throat, urgent, letting yoongi know exactly what it is that he wants in a way that he knows without a doubt he'll understand.