Were he sober, Jungkook might be able to better recognize the haze of self-doubt. It strikes all of them, even at the best of times — the little flaws and imperfections they all see in themselves, even if they're only the result of kinks in the mirror. But under the haze of alcohol, Jungkook can only stare at Hoseok with wide, incredulous eyes.

"Hoseokie hyung is tall, handsome, athletic — look at this jaw," Jungkook exclaims, reaching over to run his fingers over his hyung's chin, along the straight line. "Trust me, I sketch lots of faces, I know these things. And you are not skinny. Bet you can run a five kilo race with me on your back. Yah."

Jungkook reaches out for Hoseok's free hand, dropping it on Hoseok's quad, while letting the other remain on Jungkook's own. "Compare!" he insists. "You're twice my size. I'm the puny, bug-eyed kid over here."