Hoseok smiles widely at Jungkook's enthusiasm, laughing fondly at his dongsaeng. One thing that's well known about their maknae is his love for food, and it doesn't surprise Hoseok in the slightest that he has a list of things he wants to try in a new city. Hoseok can't say he wouldn't be excited to try different foods in new places, but he doesn't think that would be the first thing he'd think of if he was ever able to travel.

He grins and Jungkook outlines all the things he thinks he might like, how foods they're used to are supposed to differ in Busan, how it relates back to Jungkook's dad. That part strikes a different sort of chord with him, his smile fading slightly.

Hoseok doesn't know where his father is from. He has no memory of having a father, and even the memories he has of his mother have started to fade into almost nothing more than dreams. He doesn't know if he was born here or if he was born somewhere else, where any of his family comes from, what kind of people they might be. When he was first in the orphanage some of the workers told him his satoori sounded like he might come from the Jeolla province, but whatever dialect he had disappeared quickly, going to school in Seoul.

"Crispy hotteok sounds really interesting," he says, his smile brightening again as he shakes off his thoughts. "You'll have to tell me what it's like! And the fishcakes too. Maybe you can even smuggle some back?"