jungkook is sure that he's never felt like this before in his entire life. he's never felt quite like this, has never had his heart pound in his chest quite like this, has never thought that he might possibly have a heart attack at any given second. he was certain that there was nothing that could ever come close to how he felt the very first time that he sent yoongi a message online, when he reached out, or how it felt whenever he sent him a photo for the first time, how he felt waiting for him in the little cafe. all of those anxieties suddenly seem like nothing at all compared to this, compared to the dawning realization that absolutely everything is out on the table, more or less. that so many of his thoughts, feelings, the things that he's been fighting so hard to keep at bay are out on display now, just like this, for yoongi to do whatever he pleases with.

and yoongi is smiling at him. it's the same smile that's already captured his heart, laid a claim to it, as if the rest of everything about yoongi hadn't already. it's the same smile that he's absolutely sure he would love to see at least a million more times over. the same smile that makes him feel a rush of butterflies in his stomach, that makes him weak in the knees, that makes him continue to wonder whether or not all of this is just one elaborate dream. he's tempted to pinch himself, just to make sure. but the feeling of yoongi's fingers lightly grazing his skin is enough to make it obvious, even alongside words that sound much, much too good to be true. before he's even entirely aware of it, jungkook is nodding his head eagerly. "it is. i mean, you are. i mean, i do. if it's .. if it's really what you want, too, hyung. if you're sure ... if it's okay."