The kiss is brief, but reassuring, and Yoongi smiles, quietly grateful. He would never wish this kind of understanding on anyone, let alone someone he loves this much, but it helps, knowing Jungkook gets how hard it is to lose a parent. "Me too," he says, free hand coming up to rest against Jungkook's neck, skin chill in the winter wind.

"She used to worry about me," he admits. "When I was a kid and I... I wasn't just interested in the girls the way she expected. Thought I might get hurt." He doesn't have to explain to Jungkook, of all people, how incredibly dangerous it can be to be queer. His mother had good reason to be protective. She only ever wanted him to be okay. "But I was too little then, you know? I didn't know to hide it. And it never meant anything serious. This is..." He huffs out a breath and shakes his head. "This is everything. And I know she'd like you."

The same mother who would help him with his homework or steal him away from it to play for a while, who only ever wanted him to succeed so he could be safe and happy — she would never ask him to give up that which makes him happiest and most whole. He has to believe she would understand this. That she would be happy for him.