All that matters is that Jungkook's here now. It's a sentiment that he can believe, nestled in the folds of Yoongi's shirt as he is, breathing in his scent, wrapped in the warmth of his arms. Even without any words between them, Jungkook finds himself calmed by Yoongi's sheer presence, steady and gentle. There's a sense of security that Jungkook doesn't think he'll ever be able to give up now; as long as he can return here, as long as he's able to find his way back to Yoongi's embrace, everything will always be okay.

"I know that I can tell you these things," Jungkook says after a pause, his voice slightly rough; his throat feels tight. "I know that you want to be here for me, and I want — I want you to be there, I always feel better once I'm here. I just. Sometimes right after it happens, I can't..."

He takes a deep breath, blinking a few times. "Sometimes right after it happens, I can't really make myself do anything. I can't make myself get up. All I can think about is how I should be stronger, but it's like I'm just hollow. I don't know how to explain it."