Jimin grunts as Jungkook clambers to his feet, a wayward elbow knocking into his chest, a hand crushing his thigh before Jungkook's finally swaying on his feet, lips stretched in that familiar goofy smile. His cheeks are still flushed red with alcohol, but his muscles are loose and his grin is nothing but infectious and Jimin can't help a giggle, reaching up to take Jungkook's hand and letting himself be pulled to his feet.

He's had more than a few drinks himself, but he doesn't stumble too much. When he does, it's not because of the booze in his blood, but instead from laughing.

"This is what you call dancing?" he asks with a high laugh, trying to match Jungkook's clumsy movements, swaying a bit in the process. "You haven't picked this up from me, have you?"