"We know Taehyung. Erm. TaeTae. He's a good hyung, right? He told me alllll about you. You were very brave to come out when TaeTae cried out, you were being a hero, huh? Such a brave boy." Namjoon knew how Yoongi felt, he had to talk to the kid, he had to say something. He smiled encouragingly but didn't even attempt to touch. This was a very delicate situation.

Jungkook was listening, he was tired and emotionally exhausted, he didn't know how to process anything any more. He just thought of TaeTae hyung. He wanted to stay with him. In his bed. No Cheon or Kangwoo. They told stories together and cuddled. He stared at nothing but a spot on one of the windows, trembling weakly still, trying to pretend he was with Tae.

"We're taking him back to ours, yeah?" Namjoon assumed they weren't just going to drop him off. "One of the guest rooms should work."