When Yoongi has been, too, that shouldn't register quite as deeply as it does, but, oh, it does. It's buoying to think that Jungkook's just as excited for this as he is — a little too much so, maybe, more than a simple shopping trip warrants. He's just drunk enough now not to second-guess that, and it feels good to let himself think it might be true, even as he knows it's dangerous to consider.
Not as dangerous as this, though, Jungkook just close enough to make Yoongi want him closer still, his stomach twisting as he nods his answer. He swallows hard, licks his lips, not quite trusting his voice yet. It's impossible to look away from him, dark eyes bright and wide, and the way his lips part slightly, waiting for a response, and Yoongi wants with a sudden, sharp fierceness that he can't deny however much he might want to. It frightens him a little, but it feels good, too, to want without questioning it the way he has been or trying to pretend it away. He wonders, briefly, if the others have noticed them, what they might see if they look over, if everyone else can see or feel this tension that has to be radiating from him. For a moment, he doesn't think he cares.
"Of course," he says, soft. "I wouldn't miss it. Been thinking about it all week." He should say more, explain how nice it will be to have a break from studying or how much better it is to think of going out with a friend than to dwell on his mother, anything to mitigate the intimacy of that confession. He doesn't.
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When Yoongi has been, too, that shouldn't register quite as deeply as it does, but, oh, it does. It's buoying to think that Jungkook's just as excited for this as he is — a little too much so, maybe, more than a simple shopping trip warrants. He's just drunk enough now not to second-guess that, and it feels good to let himself think it might be true, even as he knows it's dangerous to consider.
Not as dangerous as this, though, Jungkook just close enough to make Yoongi want him closer still, his stomach twisting as he nods his answer. He swallows hard, licks his lips, not quite trusting his voice yet. It's impossible to look away from him, dark eyes bright and wide, and the way his lips part slightly, waiting for a response, and Yoongi wants with a sudden, sharp fierceness that he can't deny however much he might want to. It frightens him a little, but it feels good, too, to want without questioning it the way he has been or trying to pretend it away. He wonders, briefly, if the others have noticed them, what they might see if they look over, if everyone else can see or feel this tension that has to be radiating from him. For a moment, he doesn't think he cares.
"Of course," he says, soft. "I wouldn't miss it. Been thinking about it all week." He should say more, explain how nice it will be to have a break from studying or how much better it is to think of going out with a friend than to dwell on his mother, anything to mitigate the intimacy of that confession. He doesn't.