"He won't say it for himself, but it's actually really cute that he brought these lilies, dad," Jungkook chirps up, the smile having returned to his face in full as he watches Yoongi lay the flowers by the food. "He asked me what kind of flowers you liked, and I told him that I didn't think you were picky, or if you are then I... well, I don't remember." Jungkook's cheeks flush slightly at the admission. "So he brought you his mom's favorite kind of flowers. Isn't that nice?"

Being able to brag about Yoongi, even to the emptiness of the winter air, makes some of the tension in Jungkook's chest unfurl. Slowly, he starts to get to his feet, chuckling at the way his legs feel just the slightest sensation of pins and needles. Hooking the much lighter basket on his elbow, Jungkook reaches out for Yoongi's hand with his own, giving the name on the marker a final, lingering glance.

"I hope you aren't too lonely," Jungkook murmurs. "We'll come visit you again soon, okay dad?"

Jungkook turns to meet Yoongi's gaze, giving a small nod.