Is Jungkook fine? He thought he was, said he was, but whenever Yoongi asks, Jungkook feels like he needs to run through the mental exercise of checking in with himself again. He feels safe. He knows he's loved. There's guilt mixed in as well, but it's not suffocating just yet, not when Yoongi's still standing here and the two of them are holding onto one another like this.

He doesn't hate the idea of going out later, doesn't think it'll be too much trouble to muster the energy to make dinner.

The thought of spending the night still makes him happy.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Jungkook confirms, raising his arms until they're looped around Yoongi's shoulders and pulling him close. He leans off to the side, burying his nose against Yoongi's shoulder and breathing in deep. "Can we just lie on the bed and cuddle for a bit before we head out?"