He's right--it really isn't that far. It always seemed far away in the silences between their conversations, during late nights when the bright, sunny pop of a message made Yoongi practically dive into his phone, a little too eager and a lot too smitten for his own good. In those moments Jungkook seemed almost impossibly far. He wasn't close enough to settle that thing inside of Yoongi's chest. He wasn't close enough to touch. Now that he is Yoongi doesn't quite know what to do about it--though he has no doubt in his mind that reaching across the small table and simply touching Jungkook's fingers, holding them in his own hand, as basic as feeling the younger boy here with him, would probably get his heart stuttering. It'd also probably freak the kid out before Yoongi even has a chance to properly say how he feels. And that's something he definitely doesn't want to mess up.

So it's better to keep his hands steady on the warm cup, better to keep his tone light. Not brimming with any expectations. Just being able to talk with Jungkook like this is more than what he could have ever hoped for. "Well luckily for me you said yes," Yoongi smiles, something almost shy in the way he strokes the hair at the back of his neck, dark strands just covering his eyes. They look up at the younger boy, softly teasing. "Even though you somehow thought I was joking. Twice."