There's a moment before Jimin opens the bottle where Jungkook is tempted to stop him, seeing the seal, wondering if it might be less trouble simply to stick with one of the options that's already been opened. The bottle looks expensive, after all, and even if Jungkook doesn't strictly have reason to believe that Jimin's parents would raise a hand against their son, they're still not exactly the doting type who would laugh at a lark. But Jimin opens the bottle, and caution fades behind the veil of curiosity.

He laughs at the face Jimin makes, which pretty much sums up how Jungkook currently feels about everything other than the soju.

"Sure," he agrees readily, taking the bottle into his own hands. Jimin's comment about mixers is a distant thought, but the point of shots is to take things straight, right?

Jungkook tilts the bottle back, a flow of liquid slipping by his lips, spicy and bitter and burning. It takes all of Jungkook's energy not to spit it right back out, a hasty swallow followed by a cough and watery eyes.

"What the shit," he laughs, burying his face in the crook of Jimin's neck.