"Then I get why your eomma is so proud of you." He carried Jungkook into the room and, in a spur of the moment decision, he laid down with him on his bed, adjusting both Jungkook and Ryan in his arms. Cuddles. Cuddles were needed. "You can always talk to your eomma and she can hear you, even if she can't be here any more. But you have me and Namjoon now, yeah? And we will take care of you and you will take care of us. We'll figure it all out together."

Somehow. Hey, could a kid be that much harder than leading the mob?