"Oh yeah," Jimin admits with a soft, not-quite embarrassed laugh. "I don't think so, actually. Where do you find firewood?"

It's more of a rhetorical question than anything as his attention is quickly diverted to the weight of Hoseok's arm around his shoulder, the feel of his warmth so so close. It's nothing he's never felt before, not by a long shot, and it's likely purely innocent. Though Hoseok's ankle is doing a lot better after three days of rest, he's still not at one hundred percent; it only makes sense to use Jimin as a crutch.

But, at the same, there's more to it now. A new layer.

He wraps his arm solidly around Hoseok's middle and tries to ignore the way it makes heat rush all through him as he asks, "You okay, hyung? Need to sit down?"