Yoongi doesn't know any other way to put it--Jungkook simply looks like the best version of himself. Happy, confident, comfortable. All the things he wants for the younger boy, and the fact that Jungkook did this all on his own just makes him that much prouder. In the past it would have taken a bit more nudging, encouraging Jungkook to let go and be himself, but this is something else. It's like watching a part of the boy grow up, mature right in front of him. Yoongi can't keep his hands off of him, can't pull his eyes away from the way he's dressed, the way he glows, the way he smiles, soft and shy and genuine. Jungkook shuffles that much closer, as though he's trying to make himself smaller, small enough to tuck inside his chest, and he does it while giggling--and then there's Yoongi, who feels like he could fucking explode in a million pieces because his boyfriend is too good to be true.

He meets Jungkook halfway, taking another small step to bring them that much closer, one hand still sitting low on his hip. The other cradles the boy's neck, fingers slowly sinking into soft hair. Thumbing over a sharp jawline, a perfect contrast to the delicate look of everything else. Yoongi holds him there for just a moment, looking on. He'll never entirely be used to how beautiful Jungkook is. "So pretty," he murmurs against Jungkook's lips, a different kind of encouragement altogether. One that's not really needed, but Yoongi can't deny how much he loves feeling Jungkook chase after his kiss. Especially when they've been apart like this. "I missed you."