It's an interesting way to put it and Yoongi turns the thought over in his mind. He doesn't think much of what he says really is all that important, but the idea that people might listen a little closer is an oddly comforting one. When, in his darker moments, he feels so much on the outside of things, it's nice to imagine his words, his thoughts, being so valued. It's nice to know that's true for Jungkook, at the least, and probably the others. As long as that's the case, he doesn't care so much about the rest of the world listening closely.

"Okay, maybe a little," he admits. "But not so much I wanted you to leave. I just..." He shrugs. "Need space." For all that he does better, sleeps better, with Jungkook in his bad, and as much as he clings to his hand now, luxuriating in the gentle touch, the fact remains that Yoongi still needs room to himself. Even if they're in the same room, he has to have some space to breathe or he grows brittle and agitated and snappish. As flattering as Jungkook's attention was and still is, in those early days, it could, at times, be a bit much. "So a little, but no more than the others."

The trick they've all had to learn is how much is too much and when he needs someone to step into his personal bubble anyway.