You're the baby, Seokjin reminds Jungkook. The remark makes Jungkook's heart ache. Even though he's technically always been the baby of his family, it isn't often that he gets treated like it, and it leaves a quiet void that Jungkook can never quite find the right way to fill.
But his hyungs, his six dearest friends, they come close.
He could make some type of joke in return, how he'd rather not be a burden if it means that he always has to serve the drinks, and grill the meat, and wash the dishes. (Such a joke would probably fall flat, either way — it isn't often that any of his hyungs really force Jungkook into his intended responsibilities.)
Instead, Jungkook leans up against Seokjin's side, curling in slightly. "Why couldn't you be my real hyung instead?" he asks, the words soft and distant.
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But his hyungs, his six dearest friends, they come close.
He could make some type of joke in return, how he'd rather not be a burden if it means that he always has to serve the drinks, and grill the meat, and wash the dishes. (Such a joke would probably fall flat, either way — it isn't often that any of his hyungs really force Jungkook into his intended responsibilities.)
Instead, Jungkook leans up against Seokjin's side, curling in slightly. "Why couldn't you be my real hyung instead?" he asks, the words soft and distant.