Yoongi has imagined this conversation so many times. Even on the train here he thought about what he might say, how he might initiate all of this with the very same kid who blushes at every compliment and only expresses himself fully in his art. It feels surreal. But what's even better is that for the first time in perhaps the entire time he's known Jungkook, the younger boy doesn't seem guarded in any way. They've been slowly chipping away at the distance, pulling just a little bit closer to each other with every hour, but now that the truth's out there in the open there's nothing left to separate them. No more possible misunderstandings, no more doubt, no more wishful thinking, no more waiting. Because Jungkook wants this, too. Yoongi can't help but laugh at the flurry of eager answers he gets, but the fact of the matter is that all of them sound good. Perfect, actually. Everything about this moment is perfect.

"More than okay," he assures, trailing his fingers down to the boy's shoulder. "It's what I've wanted for a long time too, and..." It's only then that Yoongi notices what he should have been paying attention to before--the time on his watch. For a moment the numbers don't make sense, mind too hyper-aware of his own beating heart and the way Jungkook is looking at him to pay much attention to anything else. But then it clicks: 9:46 pm. And just like that he's painfully brought right back to reality. "Shit," he suddenly rushes, eyes widening. "I only have fourteen minutes to get to my train."