Yoongi wraps an arm around Jungkook, pulling him close, drawing soft circles against his back. The way Jungkook sounds now, so soft and sweet, the words he says, they pull at his heart until he can't resist leaning in for a soft kiss. "You are," he says quietly, pressing another kiss to his forehead. "I'm here. You're always safe with me." No matter what they're doing, whether they're out in the world or ensconced here in his bedroom, Yoongi wants to protect Jungkook. It doesn't matter what comes their way. He'd fight anything to keep Jungkook safe. Knowing he can give him that brings a relief and a strange kind of gratitude that sweep over him, bittersweet though it is to know there's only so much he can do. Here, at least, he can keep him safe. Here, it doesn't matter what they're doing; Jungkook's wellbeing is always going to be his first priority.

That Jungkook seems to understand that means more than he knows how to say. If they're going to keep doing these things, he thinks, then that's important. It only works if they trust each other, if Jungkook knows he's safe, no matter what they do. Drawing his hands close to his chest, he seeks out Jungkook's, pulling one of his arms close so he can rub his wrist, trying to relieve some of the chafing. "I like taking care of you. Every way that I can."

Earlier, he remembers, he said he wanted Jungkook to be his. If that's the case, then he's his responsibility, too, his to protect and to cherish, to make sure he knows how utterly loved he is.