there's no rhyme or reason to it, really - it just happens. jungkook can't control it, the way that he gets nervous here and there, the way that it rises and then spikes without seeming to have any particular trigger. maybe it's just the fact that he can't help but continually notice the fact that yoongi is here, right here with him, every so often. maybe it's the feeling that comes from seeing all the reactions to his artwork up close and in person, the way that the anxieties curve and then get resolved so easily, almost effortlessly, with the way that yoongi accepts everything so genuinely, whole heartedly, the way that it just keeps him smiling like that. it almost makes jungkook wish that he had brought something more, that maybe he had thought to do something, make something else for him - a surprise, something to give yoongi that he hadn't actually seen through pictures before. but then, this is probably enough for now, he tells himself, and maybe there will be more times like this, more chances to give yoongi things if he wants them, more opportunities to make him smile like that, to feel this kind of unique satisfaction settle right down into the middle of his chest.

it's enough to get jungkook to stop rambling, at least, just hearing yoongi laugh like that, the way that he reassures him, seeing how genuine his expression is and knowing there absolutely isn't one reason in the world why he shouldn't trust him. that's all before the question comes, gentler, and jungkook considers for a moment before responding. "actually, i've never thought about it until you just said that, but .. no, i haven't. this is the first time. and when i drew that other piece for you.. that was the first time i did something like that, too." he smiles, almost a little bit sheepishly, like he's unsure what the reaction to that information will be. "i really liked doing it though! it was nice, both of them. i figured i'd have to get the chance to give them to you one day."