Before Yoongi knows what's happening, there are tears in his eyes and he has to look away, trying to blink them back. It's embarrassing, to be on the verge of crying out here in front of everyone, even if part of him is grateful at the same time for Jungkook's words. Grateful that there's at least one person who thinks he's enough. Because he doesn't. How is he supposed to when it's so clear how much he lacks? When he's not even enough for his own father to love? He failed his mother when she needed him most, and now he seems to fail his father every single day. How could he ever be enough?

But then there's Jungkook, who loves him anyway, who doesn't care about Yoongi's flaws, who accepts them. And he doesn't know how he found this or what he did to deserve it, but he's so thankful for it, his fingers tightening in Jungkook's shirt at his waist. As much as part of him wants to deny that any of this is true, he can't, not least when he has to reach up with his free hand to wipe away tears. He hates how easily he cries.

"You're everything to me, too," he says, voice rough and low as he lets himself steal a glance at Jungkook, abashed by his own reaction. "I just — I don't know. I don't... It doesn't feel like enough. Except when I'm with you or the others. I just... I'm not." His little circle of friends, his brothers, they never ask more of him than he can give. Even when he fears that he'll disappoint them, they never make him feel that way. That, he knows, is entirely on him.