It's always hard to know when words might help. Sometimes, they end up seeming like little more than platitudes, empty suggestions that do nothing to ease the ache. Sometimes, they're the lifeline that helps pull everything back into perspective when one's own thoughts are too crowded to see clear. Jungkook can only hope that Yoongi's love for him will help to shape the words into the sentiment Jungkook wants to convey — that the love will shape words into hope, rather than throwing despair into further relief.

"I do love her," Jungkook says, his voice slightly wet. "Because I love you. And you are who you are because of her — she shaped you, she... raised this wonderful boy that I'm in love with now. She still lives on in you, Yoongi-ah, not just in your music but in so many other ways. So I do love her. How could I not?"

Jungkook presses his nose against Yoongi's temple, his fingers continuing to weave through Yoongi's hair with a gentle motion. "And you love me... so maybe that means she would have loved me, too."