Jungkook lights up immediately when Yoongi finally relents, when he admits to knowing that he's made his mother proud. Perhaps to some people, it wouldn't feel like much — a relatively harmless admission of pride about a person who's no longer around to protest. But Jungkook knows how much Yoongi cares about what his mother would have done, what his mother would have felt. And perhaps even more importantly than that, he knows now how much it means that Yoongi can see that light in himself, even if only for a moment.

Because when he does, everything about his expression changes, like a weight has been lifted off of Yoongi's shoulders.

Maybe it's a little bit impulsive and Jungkook can't even begin to imagine how it might look to anyone else, but he seizes the moment nevertheless, wrapping his arms tight around Yoongi's waist and lifting him slightly off his feet, twirling the both of them around. It's almost too much for the somber atmosphere of a graveyard, but then again, Jungkook thinks, isn't this what all people really want for their loved ones?

To know that one's loved ones will continue to be happy, even when one's gone.

"Thank you for coming with me," Jungkook breathes, carefully setting Yoongi back down on his feet. "And for inviting me."