Jungkook's eyes blink open when Jimin taps the scar. As inebriated as he is, he's still able to recognize the intimacy in the action, responding with a broad smile. Not everyone would notice these little details. Sometimes Jungkook himself even forgets about the scar, can't even remember how he got it, only that it's been there as long as he can remember. But of course Jimin noticed.

He turns onto his back, head still resting on Jimin's lap, as he offers his cheekiest smile. Cute is a compliment that Jungkook can still easily receive, knowing he's the youngest, knowing that there's always a touch of nostalgia that comes from watching one's underclassmen.

"Don't feel guilty, hyung, this feels greeeat," Jungkook drawls, sighing in satisfaction. "I thought all alcohol tasted nasty, but the flavored sojus are pretty good! Especially peach."

When the song on the speakers changes, Jungkook starts to bob his head. "I wish I could dance like you, Jiminie. A party like this really calls for dancing."