Jungkook traces his fingers over the smile, at the soft dip in Yoongi's cheek just past the lips. No matter how many times he tries, he can never quite seem to get that smile on paper. He'd try to get it on camera, but even that feels off somehow, the camera an intruder in their midst. Maybe there's simply no capturing moments like this in any tangible way, lending a quiet undercurrent of desperation during the times they're apart.

The smile fades a moment later, vanished from under Jungkook's touch, as Yoongi mentions Jimin. Jungkook's stomach twists with it; he'd been meaning to bring up the subject, but in some ways it felt almost like it'd be cruel to do so after their time apart. That Yoongi brings it up is a quiet relief, and Jungkook lets his hand slide back down to Yoongi's waist, anchoring them both.

"I don't know how much I actually helped," Jungkook admits, letting out a slow, steady exhale. "Every time he says something bad about himself, I want to tell him that he's wrong, but... it's never that easy to change the way we feel, right? And then I got to telling him that he's not the only one who feels that way, but then it just feels like I'm calling attention to myself."

He presses his cheek more deeply against the pillow, watching Yoongi's expression. "How do I know what someone really needs?"