accepting himself is something that jungkook simply hasn't quite gotten around to. not yet, anyway. and it isn't as if he doesn't like himself. it isn't any of the typical things that might plague the mind of others his age. for jungkook, it's rooted in all of the other things - in the way he's always liked the look of things that are softer, prettier. the way that there's something about the idea of being small, of being taken care of, of putting himself entirely at the mercy of someone else that's always been appealing, for as long as he can remember. he's never stepped foot in it before, never had the courage or really the opportunity to even try to dip his toe in the water. but then he met yoongi, and now he's really met yoongi and, well. it's ridiculous, it's too much and he knows that it is, but jungkook also thinks that he can't help it, really can't help feeling even more like he wants this than he already did.

those aren't the kinds of things that need to be coming up now, though. those aren't the things that he should be feeling, so he wills it back down, unaware of (or maybe he simply doesn't care too much about) the way that he shifts just a bit closer to yoongi, far too comfortable underneath his gentle, reassuring touch, underneath the way that he's already offering, already taking care of jungkook so effortlessly, even in such small ways. he's falling into it all too easily, all too readily, and every time he becomes aware of it his heart skips another beat. it makes it a little bit difficult to focus on the task at hand, but yoongi sets him at ease just the same way that he always does. at ease enough that eventually, after a few moments of thoughtful silence following a soft laugh that bubbles up at yoongi's words, jungkook points out one of the sweets on his own - an iced banana bread. "i think this one sounds nice."