"I'm pretty sure at least three-quarters of what's in that book are sketches of you," Jungkook says quietly, the tips of his ears flushing as he glances off to the side, avoiding Yoongi's gaze. Okay, so maybe it's still really embarrassing to admit, even now that they're dating. When Yoongi sees the pages, it might only get worse — Jungkook's sketches have just as often been of Yoongi's hands as they have been of his face. For a while, the drawings tapered off slightly, back when Yeongwook discovered them and thought to use them as blackmail.

But after a while, Jungkook stopped worrying about that. If his relationship becomes known to his stepfather, he'll deal with it then. No point in denying himself something he loves in the meantime.

"Anyway, sitting's — if we really wanted to do it like the art classes do, you'd be sitting naked," Jungkook points out, giving Yoongi's hand a squeeze. There's a part of him that can't deny being pretty excited at the prospect of dedicated time to map out Yoongi's body with his pencil, the opportunity to observe every plane of muscle. The only question is whether or not it'll end up being too much distraction. He glances past the crowd, considering the street. "Should we... head back to the hotel? Take a break before dinner?"