It almost feels like the air is being punched out of his lungs. Yoongi mentions that sometimes it feels like it'd be easier not to exist, that it's not worth it to keep going, and the sensation of water rising suddenly feels like it's raised up to Jungkook's neck. Jungkook continues running his thumb steadily over Yoongi's cheek, trying not to let it show, but before he realizes it, there's a warm spot on the pillow underneath his cheek.

Damn. He doesn't want to show weakness in front of Yoongi. Doesn't want to expose anything that might make Yoongi feel that he can't come to Jungkook under any circumstance. But he can't deny being afraid at the prospect of Yoongi slipping through his fingers for reasons not entirely under their control. If it ever gets worse.

"Thank you for still existing, even when it's hard," Jungkook says, clearing his throat a second later. It feels sticky, his voice wavering with it. "It's got to be worth it, right? Once the worse moments pass, when the music returns. When you're less tired. There are always going to be better days in the future. Right, Yoongi-ah?"

I don't know how I would go on if you weren't here, Jungkook thinks to himself, but it feels too selfish to say. Too burdening. He lets his fingers roam where his words can't, smoothing down the side of Yoongi's neck, brushing up against his jaw.