Jungkook nodded quietly and Namjoon reached out to stroke his hair, trying to bond with him so it'd be easier to take him from Yoongi. Not that it'd ever be easy. He was holding onto Yoongi's shirt for dear life with one hand. "I can ask my friend to fix up Dooly for you. She comes in around ten."

She was a whiz at that kind of thing and she owed him for this overtime shift. He looked at Yoongi, wondering what to ask or talk to him about. "You don't look so good, hyung. Do you need anything?" Was it rude to ask that? He didn't even know. "I, uh, I heard about what happened. With the fire. I'm sincerely sorry."

He and Tae didn't live too far from where it had happened, he remembered watching the fire trucks go by his home.