Yoongi leans into him, grateful to be drawn into a kiss, to be held close like this. It's a small respite from the conversation, but it's its own promise, too. He has this. No matter what happens next, no matter what demons his mind conjures up, he has Jungkook. Pulling through it alone has been almost unbearably hard at times, but maybe it will be easier now, with someone to take his hand and help him through it, or at least to give him a reason to make it to the other side.

"You will," he murmurs, reaching up to rest his hand on Jungkook's cheek in turn. "I'll tell you." It's a hard thing to say. It's hard enough to tell him all of this now when he's feeling better; getting the words out when he's in the middle of it sounds painful. He has to, though. He owes Jungkook the effort. "I promise. I'll try."

He mostly just wants to keep kissing him now. It would be nice to lose himself in his kiss, in the exhilaration of it, feeling too alive to think of all the times he didn't want to be. Still, if he's going to tell Jungkook these things, maybe he should start now. "You really don't think I'm selfish? I'm not... taking you away from the others?"