The sensation of Yoongi's fingers running through his hair and tracing along his neck is enough to send a light tingling down Jungkook's spine, a sigh falling from his lips as he turns slightly towards one side to better face Yoongi. He doesn't often get to see Yoongi from this angle; it's hard to ignore the stretch of Yoongi's neck, smooth and pale, or the hint of a collarbone that peeks through the tug of his shirt. Jungkook pulls his lips between his teeth, tasting the lingering sweetness.

"Is one more sip enough to give me a hangover?" Jungkook asks, half in earnest. "Then maybe I shouldn't have. But I wanted to know what hyung was having."

Distantly, Jungkook is aware of the music roaring on, the bass vibrating and burrowing almost to his bones. It should be hard to find any calm in the chaos, but his eyes remain fixed on Yoongi, grazing over the slight curve of his lips.

"Was it wrong of me to come for drinks tonight, hyung?"