Yoongi's already satisfied when Jungkook easily takes to the small distraction, breaking off a small piece of bread at his suggestion, but he isn't exactly expecting the kind of reaction he has afterwards. Sure, he's always enjoyed taking care of those close to him--it's part of the reason why assuming dominant roles in relationships has come so effortlessly for him--but it's not as if he gets this way with his friends. Jungkook is a friend, as the boy so eloquently stammered out ten seconds ago, but it's clearly different. This feeling is clearly different. Something warm pulls at Yoongi watching the younger boy so obviously enjoy the banana bread. Knowing that he bought something that pleased Jungkook, knowing that he's helping to feed him, seeing him eat so well at all with that cute little sound, brings a deeper satisfaction. Something he craves. And on top of all that Yoongi helped him do something he's never done before.

"Really? That's some self-discipline." Yoongi breaks himself from his thoughts so he can take a fork to his own pastry. The fluffy chocolate bread tastes as good as it looks, and it doesn't take long for him to dive into it. His own nerves this morning had made it difficult to eat, and now his body is quickly catching up to that fact. "Speaking of drawing--" Yoongi swipes a thumb across his lower lip, catching a smear of whipped cream. "I'm curious what you were working on before, if you feel up to sharing." Whatever it was, Jungkook had been concentrating so hard, practically hunched over his sketchpad. Having the chance to actually view some of his work up close, in person, is just too tempting.