Oh, this, this is better and so much worse, Yoongi thinks. Stretched out on the couch like this, curled together, it would be so easy to move closer still and rest his head on Jungkook's chest, let him wrap both arms around him. He could fall asleep like that happily. Sometimes that feels like the secret to all of it; being unhappy so often doesn't have anything to do with Jungkook, but right now, he wonders if maybe having him would make it go away. If he could really be happy just like this.

He huffs out a laugh, wriggling onto his side and tipping his head up to look at Jungkook, not realizing just how close that will put their faces until it's too late. It knocks the answer clear of his brain for a moment, heart leaping into his throat. How easy, how easy, it would be... He closes his eyes so he won't keep looking at Jungkook's lips, though it doesn't do anything to stop him from thinking about them. "Definitely," he says, a little slurred from drink and weariness. It's so cozy right here. Maybe if he's quiet he can stay here like this for the rest of the night. Maybe Jungkook will let him. "I don't think sober judging is fair."