it's probably some kind of blessing that jungkook doesn't really notice just how much yoongi is watching him, how much the older man's gaze keeps lingering on him. at least, not while they're at the counter, not while he's preoccupied with other things. he can't help but wonder to himself if he should speak up, if he should offer to pay for his half of the bill, if it's rude to simply allow yoongi to cover everything, as though it's expected. but then - he has to keep reminding himself that this is different. that yoongi is different. and luckily he's talked himself into relaxing about it all once again by the time they're making their way back over to their table, settling with everything, getting comfortable.

yoongi has been here for a few minutes now. they've already had their initial greeting. they've already talked, they've been spending time together, and yet there's a part of jungkook that almost feels like it's the beginning all over again, now that they're sitting across from each other like this, really settled, with nothing else. he's torn between staring at yoongi and being unable to make eye contact, a flush persistent on his cheeks no matter how much he wills it to go away. it feels impossible, suddenly, this entire thing. yoongi feels impossible. and yet it feels like one of the nicest, most normal, natural things he's ever done. it feels good, just like yoongi always makes him feel, even as he simply sits there, not yet touching anything on the table, nodding a little in response to yoongi's words. "it's not really that far at at all, i guess ... i never even thought about it until you said you wanted to come!"