The tighter hold makes Jungkook's chest ache, heat prickling at his cheeks and at the corners of his eyes; he tries to blink it away, but it's a fine line to walk. The moment any tears slide down his cheeks, Jungkook knows it'll be over — knows that his emotions will only continue to overflow. He doesn't want that right now. He wants to cling onto the happiness that still lies underneath all the grief, wants to focus on the warmth and security of being here.

But should he be fighting like this? It's not always clear.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'd want you to call... I'd always want you to call," Jungkook agrees, his voice slightly wet as he lifts his arms and wraps them around Yoongi, pulling him close. "I always want to know if you're hurting. Even if there's nothing I can do other than be there, I want to know."

He squeezes his eyes shut, nodding almost imperceptibly against Yoongi's shirt. "I'll let you know. I'll let you know whenever something happens," he promises. "If I can't call, I'll text. I'll let you know."