Yoongi laughs, surprised, arms wrapped tight over Jungkook's shoulders, and buries his face against his neck when they come to a stop. "Yah, you're ridiculous," he says, and he can't even pretend to be annoyed. His heart is racing, but, more surprisingly, it's light. So often he resists even coming alone because he knows he'll end up upset. Sharing his life with a mother who can no longer be present in it hurts. He tries to come regularly, but he always ends up in tears or close to it, the memory too vivid and painful.

But here's Jungkook, holding him, making him fly, and he knows it's okay. Well, sort of okay, at least. He's pretty sure that he'll never heal from losing her, not really. But now there's something to remind him that, however much it sometimes feels like it, his mother is not the sole claimant on his heart. He's loved, he's in love, and he knows, whatever worries she might have, she's got to be happy. She must know better than anyone how truly lonely he's been, even with so many wonderful friends, and now he doesn't feel so alone. He works hard, he play diligently, and he loves every bit as intensely; these things, he thinks, she would be proud of.

"This was a good idea," he says when he lifts his head again, finger tracing the curve of Jungkook's jaw. "I'm glad we got to meet them. It means a lot to me."