it's probably a good thing that jungkook is still busying himself with packing up all of his things, with putting them all away, that he doesn't see the way that yoongi is watching him while he talks. it feels more like stammering to him anyway, more like getting maybe just a little bit too flustered, too worked up over nothing, like there's some part of him that's still grasping to make sure that the first impression is a good one even though it's already happened. he's already packed away his materials, and the only thing left is the sketchbook around the time that yoongi's next words reach him. yoongi hoping he'll be able to see what it is that jungkook was working on. yoongi wanting that, genuinely. yoongi offering to buy him something to drink, and jungkook pauses, looks up, feels the fluster coming over him all over again.

"oh! um, actually.." he starts, tripping over his words only slightly, a sheepish, embarrassed sort of smile already coming over his expression before everything even makes its way out. "i don't really like coffee. but, um, i heard it's pretty good here, so you should get whatever you want!" it's true, jungkook has never cared much for the taste of it, but he still enjoys coming here from time to time to work, to study, to take in the atmosphere and maybe indulge in something sweet every now and then, depending on the day.