jungkook can't help wondering suddenly whether or not it's strange, this whole thing - is it strange? did yoongi ask him that because it's strange? at this point, he's more than likely to give himself whiplash with how much he's going back and forth, calm and sure of himself one second, completely at a loss for much of anything at all the next. it's borderline ridiculous and he's aware of it, but, well - that's simply how he is. no, that's simply what yoongi does to him. jungkook knows that. he's known it for a long time now, and the fact that they're here, in person, that yoongi is right in front of him, well - it's only expected that it would mean it's even harder to shake off, right?

because it is. it's hard to shake off feeling any kind of nervous, to ward off the butterflies when it seems that anything that yoongi does, says, any hint of a smile from the older man is enough to send them off into a tizzy all over again. it's probably a good thing that jungkook doesn't become entirely aware of just how close they are, that they've simply been sitting here, gazes locked onto one another for perhaps a little bit too long until it's already broken, and yoongi's next words are distracting him from having any kind of extreme reaction to it. instead, jungkook is focused on shaking his head immediately. "no, no! please don't feel like that - really, i don't. i don't want you to feel obligated or guilty or something because of them! i just. wanted to give them to you, since i had the chance. i mean, meeting you like this is.." is more than enough, he wants to say. is better than any gift i could ever receive from anyone, is exactly what i've been wanting for months now. instead, the words seem to stutter and die off on his tongue, far too embarrassed and suddenly self aware to get them out, the flush coming back to burn even more insistently at his cheeks.