jungkook became upset over the thought. not the kind where, like her father, he would throw things around, call people nasty names, and in general hurt her. it was the kind of upset where his face became hot and tears that he tried to hold in threatened to spill out from his eyes. in his throat he felt a lump in which the simple act of "clearing-ones-throat" wouldn't work, but make it obvious. he was afraid to speak for his voice might be like her soul, cracked and weak. there was nothing he could do. no matter how hard he had tried to mend it. so he held on tighter to her, ran his fingers through her hair, and kissed her forehead. for after she had fallen asleep, quite quickly.

or so he thought.

"jungkook, don't worry. it was just a passing thought."