Seokjin leans into it, only now realizing how stiffly he's been holding himself. He forces his shoulder to relax down and lets out a sigh at the stretch. It's going to take so long to cultivate anything worthwhile, getting his hands used to the process when they're already so naturally uncooperative.

"I was thinking of getting a video camera," he admits. "But I wanted to use it to record you and Yoongi at the piano or Hoseok and Jimin's performances. You can record me and tell me how bad I sound so that we can laugh when I get better." It's a strange form of optimism but it still feels a little more hopeful than outright self-deprecation.