Yoongi considers that, nodding slowly, thoughtfully. He could argue if he wanted, protest that Jungkook's life is still far from easy or peaceful, but this isn't the time or place. Besides, if Jungkook is happy anyway, that's the only thing that really matters.

For himself, it's seemed for so long like things would never get better. Like he'd be stuck in this abyss, alone, forever, plunged into darkness in his mother's absence. But bit by bit, things are changing. Maybe that's her doing, too.

He smiles. "Imagine them up there," he says, "playing matchmaker. Maybe they approve more than we know." Maybe their happiness is all that matters to their parents, too. Maybe death washes away those prejudices and fears that held them back on earth.