Seokjin wouldn't agree with that assessment, if he knew it. In his mind, Jungkook is a bright star on the rise. Or maybe not a star, more like a stellar nebula, sill forming and full of chaotic potential. When he grows into himself and the dust settles, he thinks Jungkook might outshine them all if given the chance. Certainly, he'll outshine Seokjin.

"Yoongi will come," he says with an odd certainty. Yoongi pretends grumpy disinterest the same way Seokjin pretends an insatiable need for dramatic praise but he's almost always there whenever they gather together. He might be a spiky little cactus but a cactus is still a plant and it needs sun and warmth.

Seokjin passes a cup of water to Jungkook, a quiet and venomless reprimand to eat slowly. No one will take his food away here.