"I'd fall over even if I was sober," Jungkook says with a snort, even though there's a part of him that can't help but be curious, can't help but wonder if he'd be able to pick up on a little if he watched his hyungs closely enough. He doesn't think he would encroach on them like that, though. Dancing seems to be something between Hoseok and Jimin, in the same way that Namjoon and Taehyung are the only ones who run around spraying walls at night, in the same way that Jungkook cherishes the afternoons he spends playing the piano with Yoongi.

The song picks up in beat, and Jungkook bobs his head a few times before he decides — fuck it, when will he next get a chance to enjoy himself like this, dancing with the world spinning delightfully around him?

He kicks his legs over the side of the couch, staggering to his feet and reaching for both of Jimin's hands. "C'mon, hyung, let's dance! You show me how it's done."

Jungkook wiggles his arms through the air, stepping haphazardly across the floor, not quite matching the rhythm of the song.