It still takes Yoongi aback, that he can actually hear Jungkook laugh instead of imagining it in the backdrop, see the flustered, amused, shy expressions flicker across his face instead of cutesy emojis. He likes the sound of it, a lot actually, but he doesn't like the twinge of doubt lacing through the younger boy's hesitant words. He doesn't like the way his voice becomes questioning, as though the thought of Yoongi wanting to meet Jungkook and spend time with him was just beyond the realm of possibility. Or maybe still is. Yoongi can feel himself softening at the way he suddenly turns his attention to his fingers, fidgeting instead of meeting his gaze. And, well, maybe Jungkook doesn't exactly think this way anymore--but Yoongi isn't going to leave that to chance. "Do you remember when you told me that you wished you could see me after the New Year? Or when you would wish we could do things together in person?"

Yoongi leans forward, crossed elbows resting comfortably on the table as he positions himself a little closer to the boy across him. There's a slight tilt to his head, as if he's gently coaxing Jungkook out of worries that have no business mixing around in his head in the first place. "I had all those thoughts too," he continues on, as honest as the way he's been with Jungkook for months. As sincere as he always wants to be with him. "For a long time, actually. I'd travel a lot farther than this to meet a good friend. Especially a good friend like you."