On the one hand, Jungkook wants so desperately to believe that it's true, that by simply being together, the silence will be staved off. That there will be sunshine to follow the rain. But it's too soon after learning all of this for him to completely let himself believe it, mind bending already towards the what ifs, to any weak spots in the ice. He doesn't think that Yoongi's dark days will disappear any bit as easily as his own encounters with his stepfather — if anything, they'll be harder, no clear line delineating when Yoongi might finally be free.

"Even if it just doesn't feel like it... please tell me?" Jungkook asks, shifting until both hands are able to reach Yoongi's jaw, brushing over his cheeks, warming them with the slide of skin against skin. "Even if I'm here. Even if you feel like you should be happy. If you're not, I just. I want to be there for you, Yoongi. I'll always pull you back."

He brushes one thumb carefully along the contour of Yoongi's lips before closing the distance and sealing the promise with a kiss, soft breath against skin as his leg slides to wrap around the back of Yoongi's knee, drawing him closer.