Yoongi nods. Just talking about this, even vaguely, makes him want to pull close and hide his face against Jungkook's chest, to shut out the rest of the world. Tonight has already been tiring and it all feels a little closer to the surface than he would like. But hiding won't change that and it won't let him give Jungkook the honest answers he deserves, even if Yoongi feels like sharing them is still just imparting a burden he can't take back.

"Music," he says. "Just play it out as much as I can. Sleep. But sometimes I can't. Talking to someone. Not as good at that either." He's been trying, at least a little, these last few weeks. It's hard, though, to confide in someone knowing he's only going to make them feel bad if he does so. Turning to Hoseok just means making the other boy worry, and he's never really felt like he could tell Jungkook before. It just seems like too many flaws, too big, to admit to. There's always that lingering suspicion in the back of his head that it's the kind of thing that drives people away. But he knows better now, at least, than to think Jungkook will be easily scared off.