Something about the moment still feels like a mistake. Maybe it's the way Yoongi's breath still hasn't evened out, slightly ragged and tremulous, unlike the smooth rhythm Jungkook's used to as they sink into sleep together. Maybe it's Yoongi's declarative statement, I can't lose you, that has Jungkook suddenly imagining flames rolling high over walls, wondering how much of this fear stems from already having known the worst kind of loss. Jungkook hates reminding Yoongi of the pain on the best of days, but this must cut deeper than that — not a calm reflection, but instead a sharp apprehension digging away at his chest.

Jungkook closes his eyes for a second, wishing fervently that he could push back time. All those little moments when he stepped into the house with his hand exposed, ring on his finger. How many times his sketchpad was left exposed on his bed. All of them, he'd turn back if he could to keep his brother in the dark.

Jeon Jungkook is too clumsy.

"You won't lose me," Jungkook murmurs, voice calm in contrast with the strain in his chest. He leans in, until the both of them are sharing every breath, air mingling and brushing against their upper lips. "I'll be safe. You won't lose me," he repeats, not quite a mantra, brushing his thumb over the curve of Yoongi's cheek.

He closes the distance with a tentative kiss, less chaste than it is asking for permission.