The cuteness only extends further with Yoongi's protests, futile as they are. There's a certain natural modesty in Yoongi though he has a couple of areas that he's decently confident in, music being one and general academia being another, there are some areas where Yoongi doesn't have the slightest clue about how to acknowledge his own draw and appeal. When confronted with that praise, Yoongi usually lands somewhere between denial and bashfulness.
There's no way to describe it other than 'cute.'
But Jungkook doesn't belabor the topic, not when there's a shark commanding both space and attention. Jungkook instinctively pulls Yoongi's arm closer around his own, feeling that flicker of fear, even though the glass between them and the sharks is no doubt reinforced several times over.
"Can you imagine coming across that in the actual ocean? I'd shit my pants," Jungkook says frankly. "Wet suit. Whatever."
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There's no way to describe it other than 'cute.'
But Jungkook doesn't belabor the topic, not when there's a shark commanding both space and attention. Jungkook instinctively pulls Yoongi's arm closer around his own, feeling that flicker of fear, even though the glass between them and the sharks is no doubt reinforced several times over.
"Can you imagine coming across that in the actual ocean? I'd shit my pants," Jungkook says frankly. "Wet suit. Whatever."