Still biting back a few coughs, Jungkook nuzzles his nose deeper against Jimin's shirt, letting the older boy comfort him — playing up his dismay just a little for the excuse to cuddle closer. There are very few people in the world around which Jungkook feels as much ease as he does Jimin, and that fact is made all the more plain with alcohol coursing through his veins, making him clingier, a touch more affectionate.

"I'm fine," he stubbornly claims, despite the fact that his tongue and his throat both are still burning. This part of drinking is definitely overrated. Just a step above downing medicine.

But the fingers running through his hair go a long way in soothing him, and Jungkook gradually finds the tension leaving his shoulders, his body, as he lets himself relax fully.

"Mm," he murmurs, sleepily opening one eye to look up at Jimin. "Is it hyung's turn?"