The answer doesn't exactly surprise Yoongi, nor the casual way Jungkook brushes past it, as if it's a small matter--but still. Not using a picture to base this off of, no other frame of reference besides what he already had in mind? It's still incredible to him. He supposes that's just the kind of artist Jungkook is, humble with what he clearly excels in, and Yoongi warms to that just as much as the small, pleased thank you. It's nice to be able to properly praise Jungkook like this in person, so much more gratifying than a few short lines in person. He still feels bad in a way about the gift he had shown Yoongi all those weeks ago, how stilted Yoongi felt in his expression of gratitude. What Jungkook did for him was worth more than a simple thank you over text--

And then, by some crazy stroke of coincidence, Jungkook is reaching back in his bag for that very same piece. Yoongi's heart does a little somersault, watching the younger boy place a pretty pastel file in his hands, his words trailing off in that same shy, skittish way he's slowly becoming more used to. This time Yoongi knows exactly what's inside, there's no guessing, but the artwork still manages to still everything else around him. There's the heart, beautifully intricate, grounded in reality--and the imaginative, larger-than-life creations spilling out. Everything blooming, unable to be contained. Everything hopeful. The right words still don't come to him, sitting there holding what is certainly the best gift he's ever received. Even the way it's packaged is thoughtful, Jungkook placing it in protective casing, carrying it inside something cute, with such care. "You--you're honestly a really great artist," he finally manages, for the first time today finding his own words a little clumsy. Maybe even flustered. He looks back up at Jungkook, a gummy smile just coming through. "I don't have any art at home and this--I love it even more now. Thank you. I'll have to send you a picture when I put it up."