It's enough to make tears prick at Yoongi's eyes, and he blinks quickly, glancing down, though there's really no hiding it. He can't try for long anyway, not when Jungkook looks at him like that and all he wants is to look into his eyes and rest, to be at peace for just a little while. Even if it only lasts a few minutes, he can try to let himself believe this. Jungkook does, so there must be truth in it. Granted, Jungkook isn't exactly infallible. Still, he's not stupid or blind either. If he sees good, there must be some there.

"This is real," Yoongi echoes, other hand finally relaxing its grip on Jungkook's shirt. Holding his hand, he doesn't have such a need of that as an anchor. There isn't much he's always sure of. Even the best things in his life have their dark sides; the piano reminds him too much of his mother sometimes and there are moments when he worries he's selfish with Jungkook. But the love he feels, that he can hold onto. That he's certain of. And right now, clinging to Jungkook like this, he can believe the rest of it, too. He tries so fucking hard to watch over the others, even if he's not always very good at it, even if they don't always want him to.

"I don't like worrying you," he says after a moment. "And it's better when you're around. I really am happy. That's real, too." It's bad enough to make Jungkook worry over him, but Yoongi can't stand the idea that he might think any of this has been a lie. Just because the voice isn't gone doesn't mean it can stop this love. He doesn't think anything ever could.