Sometimes Yoongi is grateful for the ache. If nothing else, it means she isn't gone, not completely. He hasn't let her disappear. He won't. The thought makes him want to talk for once, to tell Jungkook everything he can remember, all the little details that were part of the mother he adored, to keep her alive if only in his words.

"Yeah," he murmurs, nodding. "She would. And you do." It's comforting to hear from Jungkook, a confirmation that he knows how much he means to Yoongi. Try as he might to tell him, it's not something Yoongi thinks can ever really be put into words, but still, Jungkook knows. "I'm so much happier with you." He exhales sharply, blinking hard. "She wanted me to be a pianist. If I wanted. I mean, she really just wanted me to be happy, no matter how impractical."

And there's nothing particularly practical about being in love with another man in this day and age. But if she can see them now, Yoongi thinks, she'd want this for him, too.