Jungkook feels a bit of warmth in his chest when Hoseok laughs, receptive to the comparison between himself and the starfish. It was certainly meant to be a compliment, but sometimes Jungkook finds that he's a little bit clumsy with his words — there are certainly lots of other attributes about a starfish that are less than flattering. But the movement, he thinks, is oddly graceful. A little tentative at first, before the starfish reaches further in any given direction that proves promising.

It's not unlike what Jungkook observes about his hyung sometimes, occasional moments of doubt that vanish once there's a safe opportunity to explore.

"Here," Jungkook murmurs, his voice soft as though not to disturb the starfish. He pulls his arm briefly away from around Hoseok's shoulders, carefully nudging an index finger underneath the body of the starfish to help lift it, then transferring it over to the center of Hoseok's palm. "Yah, hyung's fingers are long like the starfish's arms, too."