Objectively it's pretty funny, the sense of deja vu as Jungkook suddenly hops back into his bag, rummaging around for yet another item--and if Yoongi weren't so happy and flustered he may have started laughing at how ridiculous this probably looks to everyone else around them. Jungkook may as well have a bottomless bag of art for him (which, in all honesty, Yoongi would not have any problem with). He's still admiring the heart drawing when Jungkook offers him the smaller piece, a miniature galaxy painted on canvas--his endearing Happy New Year to Yoongi. It's simpler than the drawing but no less mesmerizing, blues and purples bursting across the frame so prettily. Seeing the pieces together in his lap just has the smile stretching wider across Yoongi's face. Thankfully the jitteriness have settled in his chest, now just left with the same warm feeling that's been lingering for a while now.

The question that's been on his mind for months is already on the tip of his tongue, even as he thanks Jungkook again mid-ramble, laughter low in his throat. Of course he wants it, he reassures. He wants to keep everything that Jungkook gives him. The thought of bringing back even a small piece of Jungkook to his home, the place he lives and works, and then works some more...it's something that selfishly feels right. Like Jungkook's influence should already belong there anyway. Like Yoongi can have some part of him close by. It's a strange thing to think, so Yoongi thanks him again, voice a little quieter now, gentler with the fresh wave of nerves coming over the younger boy again. "--have you ever given someone your artwork before?"