It's not the first time Jungkook's said something to that effect, this idea that his world revolves around Yoongi. It's vaguely alarming, if only because Yoongi isn't sure he deserves that level of adoration. Mostly, though, it's flattering. Sweet. Whether he deserves it or not, he likes it. Maybe that makes him a little egotistical but he doesn't really care. Besides, it's not like the feeling isn't mutual.

"Sleep better when I can feel you breathe," he says softly. "Your chest against my back." It's like the slow, steady rhythm of his breath helps to keep Yoongi's heart and racing thoughts in check. "And when we're together — when I'm inside you —" He lifts a hand to Jungkook's hair, traces his fingertips lower until he can cup his cheek. "It's just... right. Feels like home, being with you." More, by far, than his house has felt in years. As long as he's with Jungkook, he knows he's where he's supposed to be. Other things should matter, he knows that, but not much really does. He brushes his thumb along Jungkook's cheekbone, heart aching fondly at how bright the younger boy's eyes have become, at the soft flush on his cheeks.