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[yoongi/jungkook] ; heart shaker

jungkook feels like he's been waiting for this for at least a lifetime. sometimes it seems like that; he goes back and forth between feeling like he's known yoongi for years and feeling like it's only been a little while. neither option is quite right, and the length of time doesn't really matter - what matters is how comfortable jungkook feels, always has felt talking to yoongi. what matters is the way that he makes his heart race a little bit too fast and his skin flush just a little too hot, how jungkook feels every time he sees - or even thinks about - a picture of him. he has a crush. jungkook knows that. he's completely, utterly, head over heels in like with yoongi hyung and he absolutely knows it. what he isn't entirely sure of, though, is everything else that comes with it. it's hard to know what yoongi thinks, how exactly he's feeling, especially when jungkook is far, far too shy to ever just come out and ask him. but he can't help feeling like the older man making this trip, coming here just to meet him, to see him, to hang out with him - well, it's got to mean something, right?

it does mean something. that's what jungkook tells himself whenever he gets ready, and thank god he started so early in the morning even though they aren't meeting until the afternoon. it's the same struggle as always, only worse, somehow. jungkook has no idea how many times he changes before he ends up settled on something casual, normal, something like what he wears every other day - comfortable, fitted (and only slightly ripped) black jeans and an oversized white tshirt. he spends far too long fussing with his hair just to pull a beanie on over it at the last moment, stepping into his old, worn pair of timberlands on the way out the door. it's almost like he's a different person - the outside definitely doesn't match the inside, the only real giveaways that he's the very same person who posts his art online being the sketchbook he brings along in his bag and the small cluster of flowers painted on the inside of his wrist on one side, leftover from the last practice.

he makes sure to arrive early - far too early, and ends up regretting it not long after. sitting by himself in the little cafe means that he can't seem to stop looking at the door or out the windows, checking his phone even when it's still an hour away from the time they're supposed to meet. in the end, jungkook settles on pulling out his sketchbook, distracting himself by adding onto the last thing he'd been working on the night before.

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it's a strange feeling, jungkook thinks, because yoongi has seen so much of his work. he's seen so many little things that he's posted throughout the last few months, such a range of different abilities, subject matters - even if most of it always does tend to come back to flowers, in one way or another. but still, jungkook has never actually seen yoongi look at any of his work. he's never seen the kind of reaction that it pulls, has never been able to get that side of it all. so he finds himself looking at his expression without even realizing it, only to pull his gaze away with something like a shy little shrug as soon as yoongi speaks up, his cheeks starting to heat up and it's hard to tell if it's from the praise or from the small, affectionate way that yoongi just said his name.

"yeah. i mean, it's just a really simple kind of sketch, really! but, um, thank you. i mean, i'm glad you like it." he pauses for a moment, and then seems to remember something before he can go off on another embarrassed ramble, turning to reach and scavenge through his bag once again. he produces a folder a moment later, a simple, cutely colored manila file that he offers to yoongi as well. "this is um, that piece that i made for you? the one with the heart and everything. just.. i mean, if you wanted it. i said i'd like to give it you, since it's yours, so..."

The answer doesn't exactly surprise Yoongi, nor the casual way Jungkook brushes past it, as if it's a small matter--but still. Not using a picture to base this off of, no other frame of reference besides what he already had in mind? It's still incredible to him. He supposes that's just the kind of artist Jungkook is, humble with what he clearly excels in, and Yoongi warms to that just as much as the small, pleased thank you. It's nice to be able to properly praise Jungkook like this in person, so much more gratifying than a few short lines in person. He still feels bad in a way about the gift he had shown Yoongi all those weeks ago, how stilted Yoongi felt in his expression of gratitude. What Jungkook did for him was worth more than a simple thank you over text--

And then, by some crazy stroke of coincidence, Jungkook is reaching back in his bag for that very same piece. Yoongi's heart does a little somersault, watching the younger boy place a pretty pastel file in his hands, his words trailing off in that same shy, skittish way he's slowly becoming more used to. This time Yoongi knows exactly what's inside, there's no guessing, but the artwork still manages to still everything else around him. There's the heart, beautifully intricate, grounded in reality--and the imaginative, larger-than-life creations spilling out. Everything blooming, unable to be contained. Everything hopeful. The right words still don't come to him, sitting there holding what is certainly the best gift he's ever received. Even the way it's packaged is thoughtful, Jungkook placing it in protective casing, carrying it inside something cute, with such care. "You--you're honestly a really great artist," he finally manages, for the first time today finding his own words a little clumsy. Maybe even flustered. He looks back up at Jungkook, a gummy smile just coming through. "I don't have any art at home and this--I love it even more now. Thank you. I'll have to send you a picture when I put it up."

for a split second, jungkook wonders if maybe it's too much. maybe it's a little bit odd, to suddenly produce something like that, to actually be handing it over to yoongi without actually asking whether or not he would want it first. but those worries barely last, don't even have any time at all to stick before something else is pushing them right back out of the way because, no. jungkook knows yoongi better than that. this is the same yoongi that he's been talking about for months. it's the same yoongi that he's had so many conversations with, who's talked to him about his art so many times. the same yoongi who takes a few moments to look at the piece all over again before stuttering slightly over an answer, smiling in a way that makes jungkook's heart somersault more violently, that makes his stomach flutter with a particularly active round of butterflies, that instantly makes him wish it was something that he could see more of.

he doesn't even realize that his own face is heating up all over again, smile stretching over his expression, both shy and pleased, excited all at once. "oh, i'm - um, thank you! i'm just .. glad that you still like it. really. and that.. i can actually give it to you. and - oh! one more thing!" he reaches for the bag yet one more time, a little bit more rustling, this time leading him to produce the small, miniature canvas decorated with a galaxy that he had painted, once again while thinking of yoongi, and sent him a picture of for the new year. "um, i thought maybe, if you wanted this one, too - you could have it. i mean, you don't have to take them! but, you know." he's caught up in a ramble again, another shy shrug following his words, almost as if he's gone from pleased at the praise and gratefulness from yoongi to unsure of himself all over again in less than a matter of minutes.

Objectively it's pretty funny, the sense of deja vu as Jungkook suddenly hops back into his bag, rummaging around for yet another item--and if Yoongi weren't so happy and flustered he may have started laughing at how ridiculous this probably looks to everyone else around them. Jungkook may as well have a bottomless bag of art for him (which, in all honesty, Yoongi would not have any problem with). He's still admiring the heart drawing when Jungkook offers him the smaller piece, a miniature galaxy painted on canvas--his endearing Happy New Year to Yoongi. It's simpler than the drawing but no less mesmerizing, blues and purples bursting across the frame so prettily. Seeing the pieces together in his lap just has the smile stretching wider across Yoongi's face. Thankfully the jitteriness have settled in his chest, now just left with the same warm feeling that's been lingering for a while now.

The question that's been on his mind for months is already on the tip of his tongue, even as he thanks Jungkook again mid-ramble, laughter low in his throat. Of course he wants it, he reassures. He wants to keep everything that Jungkook gives him. The thought of bringing back even a small piece of Jungkook to his home, the place he lives and works, and then works some more...it's something that selfishly feels right. Like Jungkook's influence should already belong there anyway. Like Yoongi can have some part of him close by. It's a strange thing to think, so Yoongi thanks him again, voice a little quieter now, gentler with the fresh wave of nerves coming over the younger boy again. "--have you ever given someone your artwork before?"

there's no rhyme or reason to it, really - it just happens. jungkook can't control it, the way that he gets nervous here and there, the way that it rises and then spikes without seeming to have any particular trigger. maybe it's just the fact that he can't help but continually notice the fact that yoongi is here, right here with him, every so often. maybe it's the feeling that comes from seeing all the reactions to his artwork up close and in person, the way that the anxieties curve and then get resolved so easily, almost effortlessly, with the way that yoongi accepts everything so genuinely, whole heartedly, the way that it just keeps him smiling like that. it almost makes jungkook wish that he had brought something more, that maybe he had thought to do something, make something else for him - a surprise, something to give yoongi that he hadn't actually seen through pictures before. but then, this is probably enough for now, he tells himself, and maybe there will be more times like this, more chances to give yoongi things if he wants them, more opportunities to make him smile like that, to feel this kind of unique satisfaction settle right down into the middle of his chest.

it's enough to get jungkook to stop rambling, at least, just hearing yoongi laugh like that, the way that he reassures him, seeing how genuine his expression is and knowing there absolutely isn't one reason in the world why he shouldn't trust him. that's all before the question comes, gentler, and jungkook considers for a moment before responding. "actually, i've never thought about it until you just said that, but .. no, i haven't. this is the first time. and when i drew that other piece for you.. that was the first time i did something like that, too." he smiles, almost a little bit sheepishly, like he's unsure what the reaction to that information will be. "i really liked doing it though! it was nice, both of them. i figured i'd have to get the chance to give them to you one day."

Yoongi has a feeling he already knows the answer to his question. But he's still curious when that thoughtful look crosses Jungkook's face, when he actually seems to consider that question to himself quietly. He looks cute. Jungkook is just insanely cute, even more so now that Yoongi has all of him to consider now. His response is just as cute, but something about the way he offers that slow confession, smiling all shy, admitting to drawing like that for the first time essentially because of Yoongi...it makes him feel weak in a way he's not used to. Yoongi meets his smile softly even as the rest of him sort of malfunctions at the truth. So Jungkook really doesn't do this with other people, lavishing his time and effort on them in the form of intricate works of art. That has to mean something, doesn't it? Yoongi's sure that it does. Didn't every single video he's ever dedicated to Jungkook?

It's only then that he realizes how close he is to the younger boy. Jungkook had moved his chair a little closer to help hand off the art, and Yoongi had unconsciously leaned in, pulling his own chair forward. Suddenly he's very aware of the fact that their bodies seem like they're being pulled inward, gazes locked like a pair of infatuated schoolboys. Yoongi forces himself to look back down at the art for a moment, perhaps a beat too late, but he doesn't lean back--not quite yet. "The trip was already worth it for you," he says honestly. "But even more so because of these. I feel a little empty-handed."

jungkook can't help wondering suddenly whether or not it's strange, this whole thing - is it strange? did yoongi ask him that because it's strange? at this point, he's more than likely to give himself whiplash with how much he's going back and forth, calm and sure of himself one second, completely at a loss for much of anything at all the next. it's borderline ridiculous and he's aware of it, but, well - that's simply how he is. no, that's simply what yoongi does to him. jungkook knows that. he's known it for a long time now, and the fact that they're here, in person, that yoongi is right in front of him, well - it's only expected that it would mean it's even harder to shake off, right?

because it is. it's hard to shake off feeling any kind of nervous, to ward off the butterflies when it seems that anything that yoongi does, says, any hint of a smile from the older man is enough to send them off into a tizzy all over again. it's probably a good thing that jungkook doesn't become entirely aware of just how close they are, that they've simply been sitting here, gazes locked onto one another for perhaps a little bit too long until it's already broken, and yoongi's next words are distracting him from having any kind of extreme reaction to it. instead, jungkook is focused on shaking his head immediately. "no, no! please don't feel like that - really, i don't. i don't want you to feel obligated or guilty or something because of them! i just. wanted to give them to you, since i had the chance. i mean, meeting you like this is.." is more than enough, he wants to say. is better than any gift i could ever receive from anyone, is exactly what i've been wanting for months now. instead, the words seem to stutter and die off on his tongue, far too embarrassed and suddenly self aware to get them out, the flush coming back to burn even more insistently at his cheeks.

Yoongi's starting to get to use to these skittish moments Jungkook falls into every few minutes, the pattern in them. The younger boy is shy by nature of course, but this sort of flustered energy seems to be especially triggered by the subject of them, even in the context of being friends. If there's even another context at all. In all honesty, Yoongi can't fault him for the nerves, because it's the same thing he's been wondering about a lot on his own lately. He knows it isn't fair to not talk with Jungkook about it, to not share what he's feeling and thinking about him, but...well. Yoongi watches with a little quirk to his lips as the younger boy rushes through his words only to trail off quietly. The thought is left unfinished, but Yoongi can pretty much fill in the rest. He knows it was going to be a sweet sentiment.

But what if Jungkook doesn't find what Yoongi wants to say to be just sweet sentiments? What if it's actually too much to deal with? Yoongi can't shake off the persistent urge he has to protect Jungkook, despite the equally strong urge to just lay it all out on the table. Having calm, honest conversations is best, he's told the boy before. Always. "I understand," he says gently, catching on the boy's blush, "and thank you again." Yoongi reaches out across the table with the drawing and painting, carefully offering them back. "Could you still keep them in your bag for now? I don't wanna mess them up by carrying them around uncovered." Because he hopes they'll have the chance to do more today. Because he wants to do as much as possible with Jungkook at his side. It's a much more neutral topic to turn to now, and maybe that's for the best. Yoongi clears his throat, picking up his Americano before immediately thinking better of it. It's gone completely cold. "So, was there anything else you wanted to do today?"

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jungkook kind of hates it sometimes, if he's being honest with himself. how flustered he gets, how difficult it can be to say what's on his mind. it's something he's struggled with for longer than he's known yoongi, but also something that's undoubtedly triggered by the older man as well in a way that he's never really experienced before. sure, he's had crushes, he's been interested, he's dated other people here and there throughout the years. but someone like yoongi, someone who feels so perfect, so unattainable and yet so close, comfortable. jungkook knows he's never had anything quite like this before, he's never felt this way about someone else, friend or otherwise. and it's likely that that keeps him from saying anything about it, for fear that bringing it up would make things weird, for respect that they are friends - just friends. jungkook reassures himself of that consistently, knows realistically that he can't be the first, can't be the only person that's ever felt something like this for yoongi, especially given the nature of his content. and yoongi has expressed on more than one occasion how nice it is to have that friendship, that understanding - keeping that is more important than anything else, as far as jungkook is concerned.

yoongi understands him, of course he does, the same as always. and at first jungkook is confused, only for a split second, before yoongi's words catch up to him and he understands why he's offering him the artwork back. he accepts it immediately, nodding with an "oh, right, of course!" before busying himself with carefully tucking the pieces back into his bag, safe and sound, right where they were before he pulled them out in the first place. he's just finishing up when the next question hits him, and it leaves jungkook a little surprised, hopeful, feeling that insistent fluttering all over again. "oh! um, i don't know.. i hadn't thought of anything, but, if there's anything else you want to see in the city while you're here, we could do it! i mean, depending on when you need to get back, or what your plans are, you know..."

Yoongi, of course, has never once been to Busan. All of his family lives in Daegu or Seoul, and it's not as if he makes a priority out of traveling when most of his free time is dedicated to holing up inside with his videos and schoolwork. The quiet solitude of work is comfortable, something he's more than familiar with. But he didn't come all this way to see Jungkook, they didn't have all these months of build up, only for him to turn around after only a couple hours together at a coffee shop. He wouldn't be satisfied with that. For someone who keeps his social engagements to a minimum, who prefers to stay at home with what he knows, all Yoongi really wants to do right now is spend his entire day in Busan with Jungkook. He doesn't so much care what they do or where they go. He knows, because of the whipped man he is, that he'd go along with anything Jungkook suggests. As long as it meant stretching out this time with Jungkook, Yoongi's all in.

Realistically, though, Jungkook isn't going to suggest anything he wants to do on his own. The kid's too sweet and accommodating for that, which is made all the more apparent with his pleasantly surprised answer, how naturally he comes back to what's best for Yoongi. It has him reaching in his pocket and pulling out a single train ticket for emphasis. "I booked the 10 pm train," he says, laughing a little. "My plans back home are nonexistent." And then, remembering something he had heard Namjoon mention a couple times before--really, grasping for any ideas at all that might interest the younger boy, who's clearly lived here his whole life--he comes out with, "Gukje Market sounds cool? You know, just walking around the city. Eating more, eating a lot, probably." The thought that Jungkook himself might be busy pops up, that maybe he was just too polite to mention it at first. "I don't want to interrupt any of your plans either though--I can explore on my own if you need to head out, no big deal."

in a way, it's funny that the two of them hadn't really discussed any of this in any more detail - how long yoongi was staying, what they were going to do, whether or not the plans would extend into anything more. maybe it was just in case, just to feel out how things would go, but jungkook is sure that there's no way that he ever could have been anything but completely comfortable and happy around yoongi. they've been talking for far too long for anything to change that, and it means that whenever yoongi pulls out his ticket with that little laugh, confirming that the entire day is theirs if they want it that way, it feels even better. jungkook can't help but laugh a little bit right along with him, also because he's much the same - plans aren't something he comes by often, preferring to spend his time on his own, working on something or, well, talking to the older man. suddenly it seems a little bit obvious that they both should have known that would be the case.

it is nice, though, and helpful that yoongi has at least one idea of something that sounds interesting to him. just before he's making much the same kind of comment about jungkook's schedule, one that immediately has him shaking his head slightly. "no! i mean, i'm not busy at all. i don't have anything else going on today, so, i mean, i'm free for as long as you want me to be!" it comes out in a little bit of a rush, one that has him turning just slightly pink, another one of those shy little smiles, but he presses himself to continue on anyway. "we can go to the market! i don't think it should be too busy around this time of day. there's definitely a lot to eat .. if you like seafood, i can show you some of the best places!"

Just in case was exactly what was on Yoongi's mind--but not for himself. He's happy that he can call Jungkook one of his close friends, that the two of them talk almost every day, have built up a level of comfort with each other that frankly doesn't happen all that often with other people in Yoongi's life. But at the end of the day they're still just meeting for the first time. They met online, and while Yoongi has nothing against the origin of their friendship, it's always good to exercise some caution meeting face to face. Yoongi didn't explicitly share this with Jungkook, but that was sort of the point--he didn't want to decide how their day was going to go, how it should go. Or even how Jungkook should feel about him. If for any reason he didn't want to spend more time with Yoongi, if something didn't sit right with him, if Yoongi didn't end up being the person he thought he was...well, that was that. The last thing Yoongi wants is to tell Jungkook what he's supposed to feel.

Which makes it all the more satisfying when Jungkook immediately shakes off his concern, making it clear he's just as free as Yoongi. He's also relieved the younger boy doesn't find his suggestion strange or boring. The aquarium route seems a little too touristy, the beaches too populated, shopping centers too expensive, but walking around an outdoor market with Jungkook, just being in his company, sounds pretty perfect to him. "You definitely need to show me the best places," Yoongi agrees, finding Jungkook's excitement way too infectious and adorable. "Do you want to head out soon?" He's already devoured his pastry, and while he doesn't mind waiting for as long as Jungkook needs to finish up, the excitement of more is starting to tug at his chest.

if simply meeting yoongi at all seemed like it was too good to be true, well, the idea of spending the whole day with him is something that jungkook can barely comprehend. but it's something that's going to happen, they've already decided, they're starting to plan out how things can go, and jungkook feels a rush of excited anticipation similar to what he was feeling earlier in the day coming over him. but this time it isn't because of any uncertainty. he doesn't have to worry about how things are going to go with yoongi, what meeting him face to face will be like, what he will or won't say. all there is is the excitement of spending more time together, doing something else, getting to know each other that much more - and spending time with someone who he already feels so close to. it sounds perfect, jungkook thinks to himself. absolutely perfect. and as soon as they've decided to do it, he's all but ready to head out as soon as yoongi is. he doesn't even realize that he never managed to touch his hot chocolate thanks to the nerves - at least he neatly pops the last bit of the bread into his mouth, dusting his fingers off with a smile and a nod, making sure to chew and swallow every bit of food in his mouth before responding with a "sure, let's head out now, if you want?"

it isn't far, and doesn't take long for them to make their way to the market. it's within comfortable walking distance, and jungkook is pleased enough to find that he doesn't feel uncomfortable walking with yoongi, talking idly about things, pointing out some things along the way that he thinks the older man might find interesting to take note of. it just feels .. nice. comfortable in the same way that most everything else does with the older man, enough so that jungkook feels himself slowly opening up that bit more, starting to shake off some of the lingering shyness overall, though it still creeps up from time to time, depending on what yoongi says or the way that he looks at him. jungkook himself is still finding it hard not to look at yoongi too much, though the walk is decidedly a good distraction for that. it's even better once they finally start to approach the market, and jungkook nods his head towards it once it's just up ahead, smiling.

"that's the market!" he announces, probably unnecessarily, but he can't exactly help himself. "so, what do you want to start with? the food? or .. everything else?"

Yoongi knows he's made the right choice as soon as they leave the little cafe, the cute image of a beaming Jungkook dusting off his fingers, readying himself to leave lingering with him as he and the younger boy step onto the street. Just walking together like this is better than any late night conversation. He finds himself being an all too willing audience for Jungkook's show and tell, listening to his comments about the city with genuine curiosity--and perhaps genuine affection as well, watching the boy's big eyes light up as he talks. Happy. Relaxed. Yoongi feels he could spend hours just like this, talking with Jungkook about nothing in particular, going nowhere in particular. In fact, he almost starts to forget where exactly they're going in the first place until they turn onto a different street and the sprawling market seems to suddenly bursts out around them. It's almost too much to take in all at once, covering several blocks as far as Yoongi can see. And--oh yeah, he was the one who suggested this, didn't he?

He turns back to Jungkook, considering his question for all of two seconds before offering an easy smile. "Everything else." And then, without thinking much about it, his hand finds the younger boy's, holding it lightly, companionably in his own. "Come on," he says, gently tugging Jungkook in the direction of the very first stand that happened to catch his eye--that one, right there by the produce and housewares. Huge baskets of flowers, every kind imaginable as far as what Yoongi can tell, spill out over long tables, crammed together so that it looks like a miniature oasis amidst the rest of the city. Yoongi can't exactly say why he was drawn to this one first--maybe because of the beauty of the flowers, or the rich, interesting colors. Maybe because they always seem to hold such inspiration for the younger boy still at his side.

of course, jungkook would have been happy with absolutely anything that yoongi wanted to do in the city. it wouldn't have mattered if he had listed off the same, typical touristy type attractions that jungkook himself is far too familiar with, or the aquariums that he's gone to with his family ever since he was a child. dimply doing anything at all with yoongi would have been a fun, new experience, so much more than worth it. any and all of it would have been welcomed with open arms, but something like this is even better, because it piques jungkook's interest at the same time. because it's been a while since he himself has been around here, because there's always something new to discover, because it's just as relaxed and casual as everything else is.

that is, until yoongi is smiling at him like that, reaching for his hand a matter of moments later. it makes him pause, makes his heart skip a beat before rabbiting forcefully in his chest, makes him feel quite like there might be some part of him - or several parts of him - that are short circuiting. it's nothing special, nowhere near too much, just enough, just something friendly, something easy, and yet jungkook can't fight the flush burning over his cheeks, the kind of stupid, giddy excitement that swoops through him just from that. by the time he comes back from it all they're already stood in front of a stall, and jungkook blinks an array of different flowers into focus, so many colors, varieties, not to mention the fragrance that comes from them all. it leaves him wide eyed, looks incredible, even as something so simple, almost as if he were the one traveling out of his hometown. "wow," he breathes out lightly. "they're really gorgeous, aren't they?"

Standing here surrounded by all these beautiful flowers, Yoongi can see, perhaps for the very first time, some of what Jungkook must see in them. He's never exactly stopped and this much paid attention before, not really, but now it feels like he can't do anything else. There's something exuberant, joyful about the washes of color, petals turning lightly in the breeze, as carefree as a summer afternoon. Is this what Jungkook tries to capture? Is it just the beautiful forms? Is it something else? Yoongi's mesmerized as he tosses around different ideas--and apparently he's not alone. Yoongi can feel the younger boy's shift in focus before he even breathes out that single word, the way he quiets. Standing shoulder to shoulder, hands still clasped together, they both take in the stand. "Yeah," Yoongi nods, "They really are."

One, in particular, catches his eye after a moment. A bunch of yellow flowers spill out of a hanging basket above them, something he had nearly missed before--and he's instantly struck by the strange familiarity of them. Which is odd, because he knows next to nothing about flowers. The fact that these should stand out in any way to him doesn't make sense. But then the realization comes, another smile tugging at his lips as he uses his free hand to bring down a single stem from the basket. The one that has such an interesting likeness to a painting he's never forgotten about. Presenting the flower to Jungkook, he asks, "Doesn't this remind you of the first picture you posted online? The flowers you painted on your hand? It's still one of my favorites."

jungkook doesn't know it himself, exactly what it is that's drawn him to flowers. he's felt a strange pull towards them for far too long, simply enjoys trying to doodle them, create them, capture the kinds of feelings that he can get just through looking at them. it's become something of a hobby of his, along with some kind of a signature, something he thinks that he could get known for, maybe, one day. or at least, maybe he would think that way, if he were the type of person to have thoughts like that. in the end, though, what it comes down to perhaps more than anything else, is that he simply likes them. he likes looking at them, likes trying to recreate them for himself, thinks they're pretty, delicate, simple. he's always had a liking for pretty things.

he could easily stay just like this, caught up in looking at them for far too long if he wasn't careful. but before he has the chance, yoongi tugs him out of it with his voice, with the offering of a single, brightly colored flower and a question that makes jungkook pause, then smile as the realization slowly washes over him. "it does, doesn't it? like a sunflower," he responds, unable to keep from laughing just a little bit, asking, "you still remember that?" a moment later, because it's genuinely surprising to him that yoongi would. it keeps the flush settled nicely over his cheeks from budging at all, the thought that yoongi would remember such a thing, that yoongi holds him in his mind like that at all.

Yoongi remembers a lot of things. It seems like second nature now to pick up on all the little things when it comes to the younger boy, like Yoongi's body is hard-wired to pay attention to everything Jungkook does or says. Or posts. He's not quite sure when it started to get bad, but he definitely knows it started with that photograph of the painted yellow flower on his hand. And there's not much he can do about it now, not when he's in this deep. He gives a small shrug as Jungkook's expression goes back to being shy, maybe even pleased that Yoongi held onto it. "Of course I remember. It made me want to get to know you better," he says, without thinking too much about the honesty and whether it's the right time to actually delve into all of it. Right now he simply feels nice being with Jungkook, making him smile, and the good mood has him giving Jungkook's hand another little squeeze, another little tug.

They bounce around to a couple other stands, checking out handmade toys and home decorations and all kinds of odd knick knacks and little treasures. Yoongi's positive he's never seen so much stuff crammed together in once place, and he's fascinated by it all. Enticing scents of smoked meat and spiced vegetables fill the air as they get closer to the food stalls, Yoongi more than happy to keep moving in that direction. But he's also caught by a different section, slowing to a halt in front of one of the many tables specializing in clothing and accessories. This one is brimming with all kinds of pretty jewelry he takes a second glance at, Yoongi's fingers grazing over a rather dainty, slender black necklace. Choker? He's fairly sure that's what they're called. "Pretty," he murmurs, wondering absent-mindedly if he's just being attracted to the things that remind him of Jungkook. This time, though, there's no real basis in reality. Picturing Jungkook with pretty things just comes too easily.

jungkook is more than happy to let yoongi lead the way. it's his first time here, after all. he was the one who brought up the market, the one who wants to explore it, the one who should be able to take his time looking at all of the things that eh wants to see. jungkook doesn't mind. he's more than satisfied just like this, with their hands still clasped together, with the slight squeeze that yoongi gives and the way that it makes his heart flutter, just a little bit.

the best thing about the market is that it's always changing. it doesn't matter how many times that jungkook has been here, the stalls are always different, never quite holding the exact same things, and that's a lot of the charm that comes with it. there's always new stuff to look at, such an endless array of unique, special things. he isn't shy in pointing out things that look particularly interesting, in starting up conversations, every exchange getting easier, more comfortable. it's easy for him to slow to a halt when yoongi does the same, looking to see what caught his eye, his own gaze drawn down to the very same necklace that the older man seems caught up in looking at. "oh, wow," he comments softly, leaning that little bit closer, just enough to get a better look. "it is pretty. that style of necklace is really nice, too."

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"I bet it would look pretty on you." The words come out before Yoongi has the chance to reel them back in. It's as honest as everything else, because looking at the delicate thing in his hands, it's impossible not to picture Jungkook wearing it. It's growing increasingly impossible to not picture Jungkook all the time period. The younger boy lingers in his mind so often it's as though he belongs there. Just like his art belongs in Yoongi's apartment, just like his sweet messages belong in a small corner of Yoongi's heart, just like his hand seems to belong in his hand, still holding on gently. Somewhere along the way, as they move through the market without worrying about time, their fingers lace together. Yoongi doesn't quite know who does it first, but he knows he holds on that much tighter. So much warmth. It's a constant reminder of how close they are, and how much closer Yoongi wants to be. Longs to be.

It's only after their second round of snacks that Yoongi finally seems to notice the darkening streets, the quieter thrum of city activity. Evening is fast approaching. The two of them wander away from the market, content to stay together while they still have some time left. They don't talk about it, really--they just keep walking side by side, content with wherever they end up. Which happens to be a nearby beach, one of those famous ones Busan is known for, touristy and local at the same time. It feels calmer at night, with less people around and the dark, glittering water rolling soft on the shore. Feels exactly where he would want to be tonight with Jungkook. "Not much of a beach person, but I can see why this place is so popular," Yoongi says as they walk along, taking in the view for a few moments. "Today just went by so fast."

jungkook doesn't really know how any of it happens. in that way, it's just like everything else that's happened with yoongi so far, like every other part of their relationship. sometimes it's hard to remember exactly how he found his videos in the first place, exactly when they started talking, exactly when he started to feel like maybe he was feeling just a little too much - a lot too much. all of it seems to have blurred together, especially now, especially today, where jungkook feels simultaneously happier, more relaxed than he has in some time and also like his heart keeps fluttering, like his stomach is going to somehow gain wings and fly off all on its own whenever yoongi looks at him or says certain things, whenever he smiles or laughs a certain way, whenever somehow, their fingers end up laced together much more intimately than what they were before.

jungkook just feels good. in a lot of ways, it's just as simple as that. it feels good walking with yoongi along the beach, somewhere he hasn't been in a little while, taking it all in again. he doesn't really want to think about the fact that this is all going to be coming to an end soon - that yoongi will have to get on a train back home, that it won't be something that can just keep going on and on forever, even as much as they both wish that it could. but it's inevitable, really, even if the way that yoongi addresses it is still indirect at first. jungkook just finds himself nodding along with the words that the older man is saying, listening closely just like he has all day, swinging their hands - still linked - back and forth a little bit without even realizing that he's doing it. "it did," he agrees, a little more softly, followed by a shy admission of, "i kind of wish that we could rewind and just do it over again."

The thought is particularly appealing to Yoongi--rewinding and experiencing the day with Jungkook again. Seeing the younger boy smile up at him for the first time, hugging him for the first time, seeing the way he lit up from within when he praised his art and feeling the shy touch of his hand. Right now it's still safely in his own, but the way Jungkook's walking has their arms swinging lightly between them. Yoongi likes the feel of it just as much as he likes how comfortable Jungkook seems to be, relaxed enough to not be made too self-aware. It'd be nice to stay like this. Maybe the two could walk the entire length of the beach all night and soak up every last bit of time together. The train ticket in his pocket somehow feels unforgiving, but it's not like Yoongi expected the day to end any other way. Of course he would have to go back home to Daegu eventually and leave Jungkook.

Maybe he just didn't expect how difficult that last part would be.

"Maybe we can." Yoongi's own voice is soft, mellowed out by the gentle sounds of the ocean and the affection that's been lingering inside of him ever since he laid eyes on the kid. He gives Jungkook's hand a reassuring squeeze. "I can come back and we can do everything over again. Just say when, and I'll be here." It sounds awfully close to Namjoon's assessment of his current situation--you're whipped, man--and at this point Yoongi couldn't care less. He's not going to lie to Jungkook. And he's not sure how much longer he'll be able to keep glossing over the truth with platonic, friendly intentions when all he really wants to do is tell Jungkook how much he means to him. When just having him this close is doing a number on his heart.

it's a little funny, because it's not as if anything about it is a mystery. they both knew when they made these plans how it was going to go, more or less. perhaps jungkook hadn't realized just how long their day together would stretch on, but he knew that at the end of it, however long it was, yoongi would be heading back home and they would be back to normal, back to usual, back to what it was like before jungkook knew what it was like to hear yoongi's voice in person or feel the warmth of the older man's hand clasped tightly with his own. it feels different than jungkook was ready for, like an ache somewhere in his chest, starting up even though yoongi hasn't even gone anywhere yet. it's too much. jungkook is sure that it is, but at least yoongi can't see it.

what yoongi likely can see is the slight surprise that comes over him with those words, as if he hadn't been expecting it. the way he smiles a littly shy, how he nods his head easily, still swinging their joined hands ever so slightly back and forth without even realizing it. he doesn't know how to say actually, i kind of wish that you never had to leave. there's no friendly way to put that, nothing that wouldn't be crossing a line he's still kept carefully in mind. so instead he absently bites at his lower lip for a moment, a nervous tick, before "i'd like that," comes out. "whenever you have the time, i'd like that a lot, hyung."

There's no friendly way to put a lot of what Yoongi's thinking, either. Maybe it was easier before, when there was still so much distance and so many questions between the two of them, when he could let himself believe that his feelings were likely obviously one-sided. But he can't not notice the shy, pleased smile that tugs at the corner of Jungkook's lips at the promise of his return. And he can't stop remembering how Jungkook confirmed he's never made art for anyone else besides Yoongi. And he definitely can't help this feeling that underneath the politeness, and the sweetness, and the genuine friendship they've shared for all these months, there is something even bigger burning within the boy, the same ache reflected in his own chest. So many times Yoongi could sense it, even in the smallest of actions, in the messages. And so many times he didn't say anything.

"Or." The word stops short just as Yoongi's heart pounds something fierce, racing a bit too fast. No friendly way to put it. Suddenly the thought of coming back and reliving this exact same day with Jungkook--exercising the exact same restraint, swallowing the exact same desire--feels suffocating to him. Of course he wants to see Jungkook. He'll make time for it. He'll always want to make time for Jungkook. He just wants so much more than that and god, fuck it. "Or," Yoongi tries again, somehow keeping his voice calm, "I can come back and spend the whole day kissing you instead."

jungkook really doesn't know what it is that he expects in response to what he says. maybe some more of the soft smiles that he's come to associate with yoongi now, more of those butterflies, more of that soft ache that's settled itself inside of him and made a home over the last few months. maybe yoongi will simply agree. maybe they'll keep up this easy, comfortable back and forth, still hand in hand, until they have to make their way to the train station. until he has to see yoongi off, until they're back to simple text messages back and forth, the same way it's been for so long now. funny how it suddenly feels impossible, feels like somehow he's known yoongi for years, just like this, not like it's still their first time meeting face to face.

he's still a little lost in his thoughts by the time that yoongi starts to respond, cutting his own words off at first. it's unusual enough to catch jungkook's attention, bringing it back fully just in time for him to catch the full sentence. just in time for him to feel like his heart might have stopped, skipped a beat. it speeds up, suddenly pounding hard and fast as his mind scrambles and races to catch up to what it thinks it just heard, heart jumping up into his throat, because of all of the things that he could have expected, something like that was never even anywhere on the list. not at all. it leaves jungkook staring for a few seconds too long, and he knows that much, at least. feels it, the way that his eyes widen, how his expression freezes. feels the way his fingers still in their gentle back and forth, still grasping yoongi's between them. "i..." his face is flushed bright red, voice catching and stuttering over syllables, and he has absolutely no idea what to say. what ends up coming out in the end is "i.. h-hyung... you want to... what?"

[yoongi/jungkook] ; heart shaker

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