If he ever found out Jungkook's thoughts, Seokjin would protest. He'd say that as the youngest, it's their responsibility to protect Jungkook rather than burden him with problems that his hyungs–especially the eldest–should be handling on their own. It's hard to convey that through a pat on the cheek.

"I know you will," Seokjin says. "I didn't actually expect anyone to do my dishes for me, you know." He nods toward the mostly-tidy kitchen and smiles, giving up the ruse of a disgruntled elder without respect.

"You didn't really beg. And I wanted people here."