The fingers lacing with his own draw a smile to Jungkook's lips, soft but determinedly present. He turns his own hand to make the contact closer, giving Seokjin's hand a squeeze. The feeling is at once strange and comfortable, a hyung leading his dongsaeng, but gentler somehow. Anchoring, in a moment when everything else feels chaotic.

"You know I'd rather be there," Jungkook says seriously, running his thumb briefly over Seokjin's knuckle. "I would much rather be at hyung's apartment than at the dinner table here. Not just because hyung likes it more, either."