Seokjin frowns and slips past the table so that he can sit next to Jungkook. He doesn't care if it's overly familiar as he slides an arm around the other boy, gently hugging him from the side, conscious of bruises that might be hidden. "It's bad enough," he says. He wishes he didn't need to be teaching Jungkook how to do this. He wishes he didn't have so much practice.

"Don't worry, once I finish, you'll look like an idol trainee." He smiles and knows it isn't funny but sometimes a bad joke is a useful needle to puncture the worst parts of a bad atmosphere.

Implicit in everything he says is I know how this feels. It's happened to me too.