At first, the movement sends a jolt of fear to Jungkook's stomach, worried that Yoongi has finally had enough, that he's interested in getting back to the fun and making sure the other boys aren't feeling neglected or lacking in company. Instead, he feels Yoongi's breath fanning across the skin of his neck, sending a shiver down Jungkook's spine, and an arm slung casually over his waist — perfect and too damned high all at once. Jungkook's breath quickens, a quiet buzzing ringing through his ears before he goes for it, shifting his arm to pull Yoongi just slightly closer, the movement serving as an excuse to lay the both of them horizontally on the couch with a careful tug.

They're just drunk. Dizzy. A little nap will be a good forcing function to stop their drinking before it gets out of hand. It's all reasonable, none of it outside the realm of what they do already, last-minute sleepovers whenever there needs to be a change of scenery.

(He hasn't spent the night at Yoongi's yet, but maybe, maybe it's just because Yoongi's dad is strict.)

"Depends," he murmurs, lips still pressed against Yoongi's hair. "Do we also get to judge while drunk?"