There's a moment when Hoseok's smile falters, and Jungkook can feel his own receding with it. He listens, his cheeks buzzing and the back of his neck burning, as Hoseok stumbles into explanations that Jungkook's already received, but the physicality of it is different this time. With Yoongi, the admission had been relatively calm, a slight shift of the earth under their feet before they easily found each other again, even more grounded than before. But with Hoseok, everything's off — the way his smile flickers, more of a twitch than anything else. The uneven volume of his voice, the uneven tempo.

The way his hands shake.

It's hard to reach out when there's so much food between them, but Jungkook finds a way, nudging a few of the dishes carefully to either side before he slides forward and reaches for both of Hoseok's hands, tries to close his own around them. Somewhere along the line, Jungkook suddenly realizes, his hands became bigger than Hoseok's.

Distantly, he wonders when that happened.

"Hyung," Jungkook frowns, shaking his head immediately. "I'm not mad. I'm not mad at all. Why would I be mad? You didn't do anything wrong, hyung. Yoongi and I weren't together, you didn't know that I liked him... and you just said it, right? You wanted to kiss someone that you trust. You wanted your first kiss to be meaningful."

Jungkook's gaze skirts down to the clasp of their hands, his own steady in contrast to Hoseok's trembling. He can feel his own chest constricting again, the slight twist of his stomach that he had experienced that morning when Yoongi first told him, when his thoughts couldn't stop wandering. When he couldn't help wandering if he was inadvertently stepping all over Hoseok's emotions.

"Hyung," Jungkook asks, his gaze slowly raising. "Do you like Yoongi?"