"We sit on dusty desks and chairs all the time in the classroom; sitting on the ground here isn't going to scare me," Jungkook points out, easily picking out the stereo and veering in its direction, plopping himself down on the ground and rifling through the contents of his bag. What had started off as a simple request for kimbap had quickly multiplied into half a dozen other side dishes, including a large container of japchae.

Jungkook sets about carefully removing all of the container lids and arranging the boxes, sliding a pair of chopsticks out and holding it out for Hoseok.

"Mom says to take back anything we can't finish, and you can just bring the containers back whenever," he adds with a lopsided grin. "I'm pretty sure she likes spoiling you even more than she likes spoiling her own son."

Upon being asked whether or not he wants to stay for the class, Jungkook's cheeks blanch slightly. He casts an uneasy look to the dance floor, as though expecting that it'd betray him as soon as anyone else filters into the room. The thought of dancing in front of Hoseok is already a little intimidating — not that Hoseok's the type who'd make fun, but he's so good and as a teacher, he'd be able to tell Jungkook whether or not he's a fast learner, and Jungkook isn't sure he wants to hear the answer. He can't imagine barging in on an actual class.

"I — I don't think I'm ready... to join a class," Jungkook says after a pause. "I know they say not to worry because, like, everyone's probably focused on themselves and they don't care what anyone else is doing. But I'm probably so far behind that people would notice."