Jungkook waits until Hoseok's had his first bite of sweet potato before he reaches out for a piece of kimbap, popping it into his mouth as he considers his reply — about how all of his hyungs are far too doting, about how he's not sure how quickly he really picks up dance when he spends a probably absurd amount of time running through each move on his own back in the privacy of his room. How, though he loves the opportunities he gets to dance with Jimin and now with Hoseok, Jungkook isn't sure that he has the same soul that they do for dancing. How so often, he feels like he's stumbling after his hyungs.

And then Hoseok asks about being a boyfriend, and Jungkook almost chokes. He's not sure what makes him flush more, the sudden lack of oxygen going to his brain, or the sheer embarrassment of trying to form words about his relationship.

"I, being—" Jungkook coughs, patting his chest heavily and reaching for one of the bottles of soda. Drinking buys him a little more time, but it doesn't do a lot of good for disentangling all of the thoughts rushing through his brain.

Finally, he manages to take a deep breath without completely pitching over. (His face is still red, all the way to the tips of his ears.)

"It's, um. Wow, I hadn't really thought about... it like that?" Jungkook laughs, rubbing at the back of his neck. "I don't feel like I'm any different, like I don't know if I really deserve the title of boyfriend, but uh. It's." He skates his fingertips over the ground, tracing over lines of wood grain. "It's really nice. Almost scarily nice."