There's an effortlessness in Taehyung's movement, and the simple sight of him makes Jungkook's heart soar. He laughs as the couch bounces underneath Taehyung's weight, sending Jungkook suspended in the air for what feels like an age — though he's sure in reality, without the tinge of alcohol, it's probably no longer than a moment or two. Jungkook feels at once like a child and suddenly grown, his hand reaching up to clasp the one resting on his chest, shaking Taehyung's hand with unbridled excitement.

So often, he hears from the others that he should enjoy being a kid. That adulthood is overrated. But adulthood is also freedom, and Jungkook savors every hint of it that comes from his hyung.

"Ah, hyung, I'm in trouble," he laughs, head throbbing gently from the pull of gravity. "I have class tomorrow, hyung. But I don't want to go to bed. I don't want to be the first one to go home."