Jungkook's eyes widen; his body tenses for a moment, but only a moment before he forces himself to relax, even as his heart feels like it's pounding at a mile a minute. He knew that Taehyung didn't discriminate in doling affection out to men or women. He knew that Jimin harbored feelings for at least one man. Somehow, Jungkook never imagined that there would be anyone else in the group who might be something other than straight.

There's a part of him that's tempted to let Seokjin in at the same level that Seokjin's just shared with him, to tell him how much it hurts sometimes, having affections that can't be realized for any number of reasons. But the thought also feels like standing on the edge of a precipice — how will he stop himself from falling too far? If he admits that he likes boys, how can Jungkook place a wall up to stop anyone from realizing just who he likes?

So instead, he licks his bottom lip.

"That sounds really... really nice, hyung," Jungkook says instead, his tone soft and yearning.