The image conjures itself up easily — Yoongi with that look in his eyes, laying on his bed, staring at the wall. Focusing overly much on the ticking of the clock. Trapped with thoughts that are bound by that silence, that circle and circle without reprieve. Jungkook can't claim to know exactly how it feels, but perhaps he's known moments that bear some similarity. The nights he's gone to bed with aches all over his body, wondering what it is that he did to deserve it, because surely there must be a reason.
But at least in his case, there's reason to search for. Things he could have done differently, ways in which he isn't good enough. Jungkook can't imagine what it's like, not having something tangible as an anchor.
"You're talking to me now," Jungkook murmurs, shifting his body a little closer and reaching out to cradle the back of Yoongi's head, trying to coax him closer, against the crook of his neck. "I'm really glad that we're talking about it."
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The image conjures itself up easily — Yoongi with that look in his eyes, laying on his bed, staring at the wall. Focusing overly much on the ticking of the clock. Trapped with thoughts that are bound by that silence, that circle and circle without reprieve. Jungkook can't claim to know exactly how it feels, but perhaps he's known moments that bear some similarity. The nights he's gone to bed with aches all over his body, wondering what it is that he did to deserve it, because surely there must be a reason.
But at least in his case, there's reason to search for. Things he could have done differently, ways in which he isn't good enough. Jungkook can't imagine what it's like, not having something tangible as an anchor.
"You're talking to me now," Jungkook murmurs, shifting his body a little closer and reaching out to cradle the back of Yoongi's head, trying to coax him closer, against the crook of his neck. "I'm really glad that we're talking about it."