jungkook doesn't think that it would be possible for this - for anything about yoongi, really - to feel any more impossible than it already has, than it already does. but it does. it all feels impossible. yoongi feels impossible, and it probably has a lot to do with the conversation they just had, the one that had to come to a screeching, unexpected halt, the way that yoongi told him things he's been wishing he could hear from the older man for far, far too long now. jungkook can't linger on it too much. can't linger on it at all, really. not when they're racing down sidewalks, doing their best, reaching the station entirely breathless and with a few minutes to spare.

he's nodding along with yoongi's words almost from the moment they start coming out, listening and at the same time nervous for him, hoping he'll be able to make it onto his train. "thank you, hyung. for everything. i'll text you, i promise," he rushes back, and can't really help himself when he surges forward for a hug, tight and quick, because just leaving yoongi like this, with nothing else, feels all kinds of wrong. but after that, it feels better. jungkook feels better, as better as he can after the rushed goodbye, lingering in the station just enough to watch as yoongi starts to make his way to where he needs to be. it isn't until he reaches into his bag for his phone to check the time that the realization runs over him, that he forgot to give yoongi back the art, and before he can actually think about anything he's calling out to him, holding up the folder with both the print and small canvas tucked safely inside, "hyung! hyung - wait!"