Taehyung watched Seokjin walk up to the statue. He watched him kiss the stone's lips, gently, as if afraid to break it. He thought there would be something bitter or empty that filled him, but there was nothing. He didn't feel a thing. His heart didn't even stutter in it's rhythm. He didn't know why it didn't hurt to see someone grant an inanimate angel what they wouldn't for a real one. His shoulders didn't even ache with the memory anymore.