In a way, Jungkook's words, awful as they are, help. Yoongi knows too well how it feels to think no one cares, and the idea of Jungkook feeling like that helps turn some of his fear to anger. It's a much more comfortable feeling, and not quite as consuming. It isn't true, Yoongi knows — if nothing else, their friends care — but there are people who should worry about Jungkook who clearly don't.

It's soothing, too, to spend a few moments just paying attention to the gentle way Jungkook's hands skate over his body, finally finding a place to rest. "We will," he agrees, quietly fierce. "No matter what. We'll figure things out." It's not easy to shake the fear he's felt over this, and he's not sure he entirely can, but he can at least try to twist it into determination. Jungkook needs his support, not his panic, and it's a lot easier to try and contain all that for someone else than it is for his own sake.

Thumb brushing gently along the hair at the nape of Jungkook's neck, he kisses him again. "I love you. I love you so much."