It isn’t a secret that Kim Seokjin is a bit taller than him. It isn’t a secret that Kim Seokjin is also broader than him. Sometimes, though, like this, when Kim Seokjin shudders and tucks himself into Jeon Jungkook’s arms, hands finding their way into his coat and against his warm back, saying nonsensical things like, Wow, JK, you’re so warm, and, Jungkookie, it’s so cold, hold me tighter —
— Sometimes, like this, Jeon Jungkook feels like that one centimeter difference, the five years that stretch between them, suddenly closes in a way that’s different when Kim Seokjin jokes around with him.
Jeon Jungkook holds Kim Seokjin and slowly, gradually realizes.