The words are as much of a tease as any touch could be. Handsome. Yoongi thinks him handsome, even in comparison to the other boys. It'd be so easy to close his eyes, to imagine those words coming from another context. Jungkook doesn't let himself dream often, not of this — not when this dream could so easily fade into a nightmare — but he gives himself a moment now, eyes fluttering to a close. He's not sure how much of the dizziness he can really blame on the drinks.

His balance isn't actually shot, but with his eyes closed, he can pretend. Just the tiniest of stumbles, one that cause his fingers to drag a little bit higher. Shame starts to course across his skin, palms growing clammy. This isn't okay. He shouldn't take advantage of Yoongi's doting.

Jungkook allows himself a glance, hates himself for it. The way Yoongi's eyes look, hooded with drink. Lips parted just enough that Jungkook could lean down, trace his tongue along the curve.

"There's no way anyone could make hyung look bad," he retorts. "Yoongi hyung's the appealing one."