Jungkook needed Seokjin's touch, craved and obsessed about it. The way it sent shivers up his spine and warmed his soul. Seokjin's hands massaged the tension and stress out of Jungkook whenever he hugged and caressed Jungkook, his hands long and crooked and amazing. They were softer than Jungkook who had callouses and small injuries from his clumsy self. Seokjin's hands made food, took pictures, held Jungkook. They were so talented, just like the man connected to them.