Before Jungkook can stop himself, he's leaning into the touch of Yoongi's hand. Technically, he's supposed to refrain from making any movements that Yoongi hasn't approved, he's supposed to wait for either permission or direction, but Yoongi's warmth is so close that Jungkook can't resist, his tears smearing against the palm of Yoongi's hand while he does. Even that slight concern in Yoongi's voice, unneeded though it is, squeezes at Jungkook's heart; he takes a deep breath to calm himself before nodding.

"I'm so good," Jungkook whispers, closing his eyes and almost burrowing himself against the touch. The whole of his body feels like it's aching, yearning for the touch that's been teased, dangled out of reach, sliding into shore now that Yoongi has gathered Jungkook into his arms. "Perfect, almost. Really happy, really good. I know that sounds kinda stupid, I just... really love you."

He laughs lightly at himself, torn between that and crying even more — he might do both. Jungkook blinks back the tears as he opens his eyes, lips parted and flushed.