Yoongi's quiet. He hasn't been, not for the entirety of the night — if anything, alcohol seems to spur them all to action even more than mere company does. Jungkook wonders briefly if he's done something wrong, if he's disappointed his hyung by drinking. It would be a hypocritical sentiment, but Jungkook can feel sometimes that his hyungs seem to want a different course for him than the rest of them. It's why they all check on him so often, why they keep encouraging him to make the stereotypically correct choices in life.

But if that path takes him somewhere apart from his hyungs, Jungkook wants none of it. The dizziness of the moment spurs him to action, raising himself from his spot to reach for Yoongi's drink. "What's hyung drinking?" he asks, not waiting for an answer before he reaches for Yoongi's bottle, kicking back a small sip.

The taste doesn't register, not with Yoongi so close. Jungkook hides his gaze behind the bottle, trying not to make a fool out of himself, new to drinking as he is. He bites down the spiciness, gently returning the drink to Yoongi's fingers, before slowly settling his head down on Yoongi's lap.