Jungkook closes his eyes at the press against his hair, heart lurching yet again. Seokjin's shoulders are broad, and the scent he carries has a touch of something — cologne, body wash, shampoo, Jungkook can't really be sure — undeniably masculine. It makes Jungkook wonder if he's missed out on countless moments like this with his own father. The one that resides only in his memories.

But he keeps the thought to himself, instead puffing his cheeks out slightly as he glances back up at Seokjin.

"It's not my fault hyung runs warm and is so comfortable to lean against," Jungkook points out, sighing as he starts to pull away, shaking his head to straight out some of the mess of his hair.