They're such little moments, things Yoongi doesn't really think about on his own, and the thought of Jungkook somehow turning them into art awes him. To be part of that, to be made into art, to have someone who sees him like that... The same way, he realizes, he sees Jungkook, wanting to find some way of expressing how he feels in a manner that's more externalized, like a song. Though he would never consider it in terms of Jungkook deserving it, he wouldn't have to wonder how he could. When it comes to himself, though, it's hard to understand how he got so lucky as to be loved so well. Whatever nerves he felt about the prospect ebb away.

"Yeah," Yoongi says, nodding, touched. "No, that'd be... I can do that. That'd be nice. Any time you want." It's strange how, even now, awe can turn to shyness, how he can still be so amazed and caught off guard by the depth of their feelings. Having this time together today has been more, better, than he'd let himself dream. It feels like a chance to get to know each other even better than they already do, luxuriating in the freedom of being alone, no parents to watch over them, no one to hide from. "I like watching you draw anyway."