It hurts, knowing he'll never really be sure of that. All Yoongi can do is hope and guess what his mother would have said. He'd like to think he knew her enough to imagine, but sometimes he trips on the past, unsure if he's picturing her accurately or if she's starting to slip away.

That he carries her in his heart is true. He knows that. To think of his keeping her alive in other ways, though, is comforting. "I was always more like her," he allows. "They said I was her shadow." It's true, he thinks, too, that she shaped him. So much of who he is is what he learned from her, consciously or otherwise. Of course Jungkook would love her.

Of course she would love him.

"She would have," he says, muffled but decisive. "How could she not? If only because... I'm better with you. In every way."