For no real reason. The phrase echoes in Jungkook's mind, and he finds himself suddenly relieved that Yoongi can't see his expression right now. He can't guarantee that it's strong — he certainly doesn't feel it right now, while faced with phantoms that he has no idea how to combat. Any effort he's made to look up articles and explanations of what to do have fallen short of the reality of hearing the pain in Yoongi's voice, and feeling the uneven flutter of his breath.

"Are there specific things you're afraid of?" Jungkook asks after a lengthy pause, continuing to work his hand over Yoongi's back in circles, occasionally finding a figure eight. It feels like the only way to fill the space while he thinks. "What do you... what do you start thinking about, when it gets bad?"

He's afraid of the answers he might hear. It all suddenly reminds him of a brief conversation they had some time ago, of confirming that some of Yoongi's jokes were off-color. What if they were so close to the tongue because they were thoughts that already sifted through Yoongi's mind countless times? Somehow, it doesn't feel like that would be a stretch.

Jungkook pulls Yoongi a little closer, hand pausing to grasp at the fabric of Yoongi's shirt.