Yoongi can only imagine what he looks like right now, motionless, mouth open in surprise, still holding Jungkook out in front of him. But he can't be too bothered by the fact that he's now openly gaping at his boyfriend because there's so much else to pay attention to. Of course there are the obvious things, the outfit Jungkook so mindfully, deliberately dressed himself in. The overall shorts are a mix of pretty pastel colors, soft, swirling, like the watercolor paints he sometimes uses. It suits his body well, slightly cinching in Jungkook's tiny waist, hitting just about mid-thigh for a flattering, but still practical fit. The T-shirt only compliments the look and is completely different from any T-shirt Yoongi's ever seen in the boy's closet before. It's shorter, fitted. Yoongi's gaze trails down to Jungkook's sides again, the peek of skin he had felt before. It's all pretty. Pretty and mild and soft.

Yoongi's hands slip down the boy's shoulders and gently rest on his hips, right there where Jungkook's shirt doesn't quite stretch down to his shorts. There are other things, too, that are leaving him speechless. Much larger things crowding up his heart. This is the first time Jungkook's ever worn clothes like this in front of him. This might be the first time he's ever worn clothes like this period. Imagining Jungkook being this comfortable and accepting with his desires, with himself, is something Yoongi has thought of often. Just a matter of months ago this all would have seemed rather unlikely, but right now, right here...

"Jungkookie." The awe is still there, lingering, but now there are other emotions shining through Yoongi's expression as he regards the younger boy. Happiness, admiration, and of course--pride. "You look...I've never seen you look so much like yourself." He makes sure the shy boy is meeting his eyes when he smiles, says, "I'm so proud of you."