Yoongi lets out a soft sound, a helpless laugh. "So much," he says. Sometimes it feels like he's afraid of everything. Right now, though, with Jungkook holding him tight, soothing him like this, so much of it just feels far away. That he's wasting any time on this when he really is happy seems stupid. It wasn't that far off earlier, though, he reminds himself. Just because he's alright now doesn't mean it won't come hurtling back.

He hates telling the truth about this, though. He's so accustomed to how much these thoughts hurt that he's grown almost numb to it. Jungkook hasn't, and hurting him is the last thing Yoongi ever wants to do. There's a part of him that just wants to brush it off and move on or only tell the smallest parts. That isn't fair, though. They spent too long hiding from each other and he's kept quiet about too much of himself. He doesn't want to do that anymore, at least not here.

So he sighs and takes another deep breath, inhaling the warm, familiar, comforting scent of Jungkook. "I think... that I'm bad," he says slowly. "Wrong. Selfish and not good enough. And one day..." He sighs again, almost laughs, maybe because it isn't funny at all. "One day everyone will figure that out. And then I'll be alone." Even now, he's not sure it isn't at least somewhat true. He's not as good a person as he should be. His mother would have made better use of the time he's been given. Still, the thoughts have changed a little lately. Something else seems almost as certain as the fact that he could be better. "Except for you."