"Aish, don't apologize. Just don't burn yourself," Seokjin says. Jungkook ducks his head but he's quick to follow with a hair ruffle. As quickly as the light admonishment comes, Seokjin is equally quick to pat Jungkook firmly on the back as if that will somehow get the food to move down faster.

"Christmas?" He tilts his head as if he's never heard the word before, drawing out Jungkook's suggestion. "Do you think we should?" It'll be here, probably. Seokjin likes to think that this is one of their home bases or maybe just a place that feels like home. In his mind's eye, he's already picking out the silliest-looking Christmas cake he can find in an imaginary store. But he wants to make Jungkook squirm.