No matter how many times he hears those words, they still send a thrill through Yoongi, like every part of him lights up with gentle delight. Jungkook loves him. He is loved, loved by someone as wonderful as Jungkook, loved by the person he loves more than anyone else in all the world. How could anyone ever get tired of that?

"I love you," he echoes, smiling, leaning forward for another kiss, soft and sweet and nearly chaste. It's nice just to kiss him, just to be here. He felt so horrible not that long ago; it's a relief to feel at ease again, relaxed and warm and loved. More than that, it's a relief to know Jungkook feels that way. His fingers trace down along the curve of Jungkook's neck and back up again, mapping out his jaw, his cheek, carding through his hair, slow and steady.