Yoongi rests his head against Jungkook's, turning enough to breathe in the scent of his hair. That's steadying, too, all the little, familiar details that ground him in the here and now. When Jungkook isn't here, it's so easy for Yoongi to lie awake for hours, exhausted but unable to sleep all the same, turning over countless imaginary errors and flaws. When he stays the night, though, it's things like this that keep Yoongi feeling safe enough, whole enough, to push through all of that. The smell of his hair and his skin, the warmth and weight of arms around him, the certainty that he's loved. He holds onto these again now, tries to stay in the present instead of letting his mind wander to how much worse this could have been, to how much worse it still could be.

"Yeah," he murmurs, nodding slightly. "Please." He presses a lingering kiss to Jungkook's hair, before he slowly pulls away, an arm still looped around his waist as he leads him toward the bed. "I don't think I'm ready to go out yet anyway." He needs at least a little more of this before he'll feel settled enough for that. Sometimes it's all he really wants anyway, even when he doesn't have awful things floating through his head. Just holding Jungkook, being held in turn, it soothes him. He can never get quite enough of it, just curling up together, sometimes talking, sometimes simply listening to each other breathe. It's exactly the kind of security he's craving now.