Jungkook can feel his own eyes well up briefly at the sight of Yoongi's eyes, too bright and too wet. He can't deny that moments like this scare him. To hear the waver in any of his hyungs' voices — the way Jimin hesitates over the phone, the way Taehyung's anger rolls in like a storm. There's so much in the world that threatens to unseat each of them, and to Jungkook, there's no place that scares him more than with Yoongi. Knowing that his intuition was right, that all these months of watching Yoongi made it possible to pick out the moments where he wasn't fine.

But it's better to have it acknowledged, to have it identified for him. Only then, Jungkook thinks, can he really start to try and help.

"I don't like worrying you, either," Jungkook admits, the corners of his lips quirking. He remembers the rising flicker of Yoongi's anger upon first seeing the bruises on Jungkook's shoulders. There are still a couple, even now, on his lower back. Clumsier hits from a hyung who never has to take responsibility. He doesn't like how visible it all is, how impossible to hide. Doesn't like the strain it places on Yoongi, or the way his hands grow tight without relief.

Even then, Jungkook knows it's better that Yoongi be aware.

"But I'm so happy with you, Yoongi-ah. I'm always happy when I'm with you, no matter how hard things get."