They stumble toward the couch in an uncoordinated tangle of crossed arms and wobbly legs, swaying briefly before Jungkook gives Jimin's butt another hard smack. It's not too hard, certainly not as hard as Jungkook's capable of, but it still pushes a squeak out Jimin, the sound melting into a laugh as he turns just enough to shove at Jungkook as they both collapse into the couch.

The entire room sways against them, a pleasant rolling sensation, and Jimin relaxes into Jungkook's side, marveling not for the first time at how big he's gotten in the past year or so. He's no longer the skinny little kid with the big eyes who would follow them around.

It makes Jimin wonder if he looks any different to the rest of them at all, if he's managed to grow or if he's just stuck. What does Hoseok see when he looks at Jimin? Is he still the scrawny, chubby little kid he's walked home every day?

Jimin shakes the through aside, determined to enjoy his night of drinking, smile plastered across his lips as he turns a little to stick his finger into Jungkook's cheek. "We're doing such a good job of raising you," he declares, pursing his lips like an annoying auntie. "Look at all this wisdom you're soaking up from your wonderful hyungs."