Yoongi exhales slowly, holding on tight to Jungkook, grateful for the gentle rub of hands down his back. He hates it, too, hates that he needs to be calmed and reassured when Jungkook is the one suffering, but he needs it all the same, a solid reminder that they're here now. Whatever happened before, they're here, and as long as that's true, no one's going to hurt Jungkook. For a little while, he's safe, and that's all Yoongi can reasonably ask for.

"Okay," he says quietly. Usually all of this just makes him furious, but right now, he finds, he's tired, chest aching from the knowledge that there's nothing he can do. It hurts to feel so defeated, so helpless, but he tries to shrug it off. Jungkook is the one who has to deal with this, who takes the blows. The least Yoongi can do is be here for him without adding to his troubles.

"As long as you're fine."