Yoongi is quiet, considering that for a few moments. Jungkook is so earnest, so serious, and he wants to give the best answer he can. The problem is, there isn't much of an answer to give. "I don't know," he says. "I'm not sure... I mean, I don't even know what I need. How could you? I doubt Jimin knows."

It doesn't help much at all, he's pretty sure, but he can't be helpful if he's not honest. With the way Jimin hesitated to say anything before, he doubts the other boy is sure what he needs or wants, except maybe to feel less alone. That would be Yoongi's guess, at least. It's what he wants so often. He can't be the only one.

"Telling him that... It's a good thing." He rests his hand against Jungkook's neck, runs it slowly down to his shoulder. "So he doesn't feel like the only one. It's good." Even if it didn't help right away, maybe it's something Jimin will come back to and find comfort in later. He just wishes he could do something more immediate.