Jungkook's foot starts bouncing slightly against the ground, restless, uncomfortable. It's not that he minds Seokjin's presence — if anything, it's the opposite. He feels protected, wrapped up in his hyung's arm, like there's nothing that can touch him in this moment. But the images of what it took for Seokjin to build up such resilience, the notion of discipline running so deep that Seokjin can only frame himself as having been a disappointment, it's almost more than Jungkook can fathom.

"No," he says, shaking his head. "No, I'm sure that hyung wasn't a disappointment. It's hyung's father who's the disappointment." Jungkook works his thumb against the palm of his opposite hand, tracing out small circles, the skin pale wherever he applies pressure. He glances up, tentative. Nervous.

"Does your father still...?"