They're not exactly dancing anymore, at least not in the traditional sense. The music is too quick and raucous for what they're doing now, with their hands resting where they are, but Jungkook finds himself reluctant to let go. There aren't really many opportunities that surface like this. Alcohol grants permission to throw caution to the wind, if only for a moment.

Yoongi's comment is a welcome distraction, Jungkook throwing his head back with a soft laugh. It hasn't escaped Jungkook's notice that he's been climbing the ranks among his brothers — obvious in moments when he rushes up to hug his hyungs from behind, and finds that his chin doesn't quite sit on their shoulders in the same way as before, or when his hyungs' arms aren't able to envelop him as fully anymore.

Someday, such memories will feel more nostalgic, but he can't deny the rush of satisfaction for now. It's nice to be on even footing.

He tilts his head back down, leaning forward to briefly press his forehead to Yoongi's. "Does that mean I can't be your cute dongsaeng anymore?" he teases, a wide grin on his lips.