Yoongi laughs, brow raising at that, and he's thankful for the distraction, the sheer, stupid joy of the moment. "Ah, don't even try," he says. "It'll never happen. I'll leave that to Jimin." It's the kind of thing Jimin and Hoseok could pull off if they wanted. They're both better at that kind of thing, more comfortable in their bodies than Yoongi is, and he can imagine either of them twerking and laughing, not minding if they look silly at it. It must be nice.

He, on the other hand, is standing here, swaying slightly, with Jungkook's hands at his waist and no idea where to put his own. After a moment of hesitation, he rests them on Jungkook's arms, though he's tempted to move them higher, to step closer. But what then? To be pressed against him like that would only invite trouble.

Then again, the slight distance is enough for him to get a good look at Jungkook, to take a careful inventory of his features from the slope of his forehead to the tiny freckle just beneath his lip. He's not much taller than Yoongi yet, though that might still change. Right now, it puts them on almost even footing. He shouldn't stare so much. It's too obvious. "You're growing too tall," he says, pouting slightly. "That's unfair."