Yoongi closes his eyes and breathes in, head leaning into the touch. The world smells of cold and lilies and Jungkook, and he's not sure he's ever felt genuinely happy standing here, his heart bright with it. Mom, he thinks, you see? I'll be okay.

"It's a good story," he says softly. "Every part of it." The lovesick days of not knowing, the fumbling confessions, the last month and a half of intimate discovery, learning everything he can about Jungkook, marveling at how much more there is left to learn, all of it is perfect. He can only imagine that the way the next chapters unfold will be as good or better. There are parts he'd re-write if he could, if it could bring their parents to them, but it's still a good story.

"Even if this is an unusual way to meet our parents."