"I love you, too," Yoongi says, fervent. He wants more than anything for Jungkook to hear that, to know how utterly fucking adored he is. That none of it matters now. That Yoongi doesn't blame him for any of this. "So much. I love you." He wants so badly to be there, to reach out and take Jungkook by the hand or to kiss him, soft as he can, careful not to hurt him. The desire to just run his fingers through Jungkook's hair is a physical ache, his stomach pulling tight, fingers straining toward something he can't reach.

"And I know," he murmurs. "I was — I worried. But I knew you wouldn't do that to me." It's more than he deserves when he's the one who left, once upon a time, but he's secure in that much all the same. Jungkook loves him with a steadiness Yoongi's not sure he really meets or merits. "'s why I was so worried. I knew... something had to be really wrong..." He winces, thinking again of the messages he sent, hoping Jungkook doesn't read through them when he gets his phone back. Hoping his mother didn't see any of them. He wasn't entirely himself for some of that — too drunk, too irrational — and he doesn't want Jungkook worrying about how close he might have come to hurting himself.

Even if he suspects Jungkook's already worried about that.

"I'm okay. Now that I know where you are, I'm okay. I promise."