Hoseok laughs, shifting easily toward Jungkook on the couch, dropping his temple against the curve of Jungkook's shoulder.

"I'm skinny," he says, swinging his own legs back and forth a few times, seeing the way his boney knees protrude, easily visible beneath his jeans. "You're all..." he shakes his head, rocking it against Jungkook's deltoid as he puts his hand back on Jungkook's thigh, feeling the ridge of muscle there, his fingers sliding up a little higher than before, then gliding down past Jungkook's knee to squeeze Jungkook's calf.

"Muscly," Hoseok says, patting Jungkook's shin before moving back up to drape press his arm into the space between his own leg and Jungkook's. "You're getting so handsome too. Like a grownup." He sighs wistfully. "Who said you were allowed to grow up?"