Yoongi wasn't expecting this kind of dancing, something a little closer than the loose and silly playing around he envisioned. Jungkook's hand at his back is warm and steady, and it leaves Yoongi feeling a little weak, wishing he were closer still, properly in Jungkook's arms. If he leans his head on his shoulder, would that be weird? Could he pretend he's just sleepy from drinking?

"What?" he asks, when the statement registers, brow furrowing in confusion, even indignation. "There's nothing wrong with your butt." It's a good butt, actually, but he's not that far gone that he'd say so out loud. "I like your butt," he says instead, which is even worse, though at least he's pretty sure his cheeks were already flushed from the liquor. Maybe Jungkook won't notice how red he is. Just in case, he steps back, holding their hands up to twirl Jungkook, like that might prevent him from looking too closely. "What a silly thing for him to say."