The fingers threading through his hair feel nice, and Jungkook is a little reluctant to let the feeling go. Still, he complies when Seokjin pats his back, taking the unspoken encouragement and fishing for more pieces of kimchi in his stew. He hasn't had the opportunity to learn that much about Seokjin's family — they all know that he spend some time studying abroad, that he's more worldly and learned in that way — but it's hard for Jungkook to imagine that Seokjin didn't pick up his cooking from somewhere.

A loving pair of hands.

Jungkook chews quickly to get his bite down, his spoon resting against the bowl with a light tap. "Yeah! Dad might expect me to be around for dinner, but I don't think he'd say no if I wanted to go to a party. Even if he does, I'll sneak out," he adds determinedly. "It'd be a waste to get a day off school and not spend it with everyone. We can have it here, yeah? ...if hyung's okay with it?"