"He knew me. That's how he hurt me. See, the longer you spend with someone, the better they know how to hurt you. You can say shit to me and maybe it'll hit the mark, maybe it won't. But he knew. He knew me." Better than anyone maybe. He wasn't sure. He sometimes wondered if his father had wanted all of this from him, if he wanted to ruin him or if there was some grand purpose he should have been aimed towards.

Turning his head back, he looked at Yoongi for a long time before shrugging. "I like your music." That was all. That was enough. "It's not stupid but, uh, yeah. Don't get too attached to the feeling. We both know there's a countdown looming. You're gonna be fine, don't worry." Him? He was less sure.