"I know," Jungkook murmurs, pulling Yoongi closer still to his chest, his fingers stretching out over the back of Yoongi's neck, giving him opportunity to tuck his face away against Jungkook's shoulder if he wants, or against the side of Jungkook's neck. In many ways, Jungkook imagines he better understands how Yoongi feels than most. In others, he's not sure that even he could ever begin to understand the searing loss.

He tilts his head, pressing soft kisses against Yoongi's temple, threading his fingers through Yoongi's hair. All that he can manage now is to serve as a physical reminder that Yoongi isn't alone, and that it's okay for him to let out his emotion in whatever way he needs.

"She should be here. I should be fumbling nervously with my shirt and smoothing out my hair. Should be practicing my smile and mixing up my words," Jungkook agrees. "You should have had the chance for us to meet. Your mother and your partner. I'm sorry, Yoongi-ah. It's all so unfair."