Hoseok's still nervous when Jungkook carefully picks the starfish up, setting it down in Hoseok's hand, worried it will feel gross and slimy or might not like him, might sense his anxiety and try to escape somehow, up his arm or off the side of his hand. But the creature just sits, maybe a little compressed, like it's waiting to make sure its safe before it moves.

Hoseok holds his breath until the starfish reaches out with one little arm, and Hoseok looks closely when he feels a tickling against his skin, sees that the starfish actually has dozens of tiny feet on the bottom of each limb that move it around. He laughs softly, surprised and a little nervous, afraid to move too much and scare the little thing.

"He's really coordinated," Hoseok remarks, spreading his fingers wide so his hand mirrors the starfish a little more, watches as the starfish moves toward his index finger. "And gentle. Reminds me of Kookie," he adds with a grin, lifting his eyes to Jungkook's.