There are very few people in the world whose excitement Jungkook finds as infectious as Taehyung's, who currently looks fit to shake right out of his skin. It's a quality that Jungkook admires — how Taehyung isn't afraid to lay all of his emotions out on the table without affect. For all the times that Jungkook tries to temper his own enthusiasm, worried about irritated teachers and scolding family members, he never bothers to put on airs around Taehyung.

"Did you even chew?" Jungkook asks, laughing as he reaches over and gives Taehyung's stomach a sharp pat. "Ah, if only eating more could help us grow taller. We'd easily dwarf Namjoon hyung."

With his hyung now finished, Jungkook turns on his seat, pushes it out with a screech of chair legs against the floor until there's enough space for him to lay back, resting his head on Taehyung's lap. It probably doesn't look all too comfortable, a mess of tangled limbs and little support under his back, but Jungkook can't help but angle for the attention. Sometimes, if he's lucky, his hyungs might pet his hair.

"It's really good though, right? Almost as good as my mom's food. Almost."