It's not something Yoongi has really thought about, running away. When he thinks of leaving this house, it's either in the context of going away for school or just... disappearing. Stopping. Or else, it'll be because his father forces him out. Now, though, hearing Jungkook say that, he knows he would. He'd pack his things and take off in the night, leave everything behind, if it meant keeping Jungkook safe. He'd do anything. They would figure it out, the two of them, hand in hand. Together.

However they handle this, he tells himself, it'll be together. He's not a liability. He's part of this.

He exhales sharply and nods, lifting a hand to rest at Jungkook's wrist. It doesn't make him any less uneasy about all of this, but it helps to feel like they've got at least the beginnings of a plan, a safety net under them if things go wrong. Maybe he'll start saving more carefully, divide his pocket money between their trip to Busan and saving up in case they have to leave. It'll take longer that way to take their trip, but he'd rather be prepared and know he's doing something. Better that than this, standing here all but shaking, making Jungkook take care of him. It's supposed to be his job to protect Jungkook, not to make him feel worse.

"Okay," he murmurs. "Okay. Together." He sighs, leaning his head into Jungkook's touch. He's still scared, haunted by what-ifs, but there's this, at least, Jungkook's touch, warm and gentle, to remind him he's still here. They're both here, present and whole and unharmed, and maybe things will stay that way. For now, it's enough. "Just try to be safe. I can't lose you."

He's lost too much already. That kind of grief, the way it burrows deep and sinks its claws in — he's not sure he could survive that again.