There's a look of interest on Hoseok's face, and for all that Jungkook isn't naturally the kind who shares every detail of his life, he thinks he sees a hint of curiosity there. And it reminds him of what it was like for himself only weeks ago, when he'd been scared, curled up in his covers and listening to Jimin's voice over the phone. How both of them, for all the aching they felt in their chests, also held onto a soft kind of wonder. What did any of them really have to go on for really knowing what it was like to be loved?

Now that Jungkook's had some experience, he realizes that the media never really does it justice.

"It's like..." Jungkook pauses, glancing briefly at the floor, then up to meet Hoseok's gaze again. They're brothers. They should share this sort of thing, Jungkook thinks. "Even if Yoongi wasn't already the one who I wanted, it. It takes your breath away to know that someone else loves you in that way. That someone thinks you're precious, like you're the best thing in the world. Being with Yoongi is — I know he loves me." Jungkook laughs softly, ducking his face again. "Which is funny, because until we admitted those feelings to one another, I had no idea. I thought I was crazy enough for wanting to take up so much of his time."

He licks his lips, pondering his next words before he looks up with a soft grin, feeling his walls naturally coming down. Being with Hoseok has always been easy in this way, never a need to guard their emotions from one another. "And I can't complain about his kissing. Which I guess you already knew about," Jungkook says, smile widening.