"You're right about that." All of that, really. Yoongi took Jungkook's hand and walked with him, bowing to the woman who owned the shop before exiting with the boy. "My eomma said the same. She'd make soup, usually."

Yoongi remembered the soup recipe. Seemed like a stupid thing to remember, it wasn't as if he was about to ever make it again or if it was even the best soup ever. Just the best thing to have when he was sick. It was nice to remember, he supposed. Something about that life he'd once had. It was already feeling so far away.

"I'll keep you safe, Jungkook. Then, tomorrow, you'll go somewhere nice with Dooly."