Seokjin smiles but it's bleak. "My father hoped that both of his sons would have the same aptitude for business and finance that he did." At an early age, he'd revealed himself to be lacking in those arenas. "My father wanted me to be a stronger, smarter son." Instead, Seokjin had learned to fold things deep inside himself, to internalize pain and strive for outward perfection. It's barely adequate but as long as he doesn't do anything too shameful, it seems to keep him in his father's good graces.

"And no. I haven't lived with my family since the year before I left for America. He's very busy, so I don't see him often." Probably it's better that way. His father wouldn't want to see him and Seokjin doesn't want to be upbraided for all of his failures again.

Gently, he lays a hand on Jungkook's wrist, offering a hand to hold if he'd like an anchor. "If you ever need a place to be because you don't feel safe, my home is always open, okay Kookie?"