"You're only in trouble if you get caught!" Taehyung takes advantage of the way that Jungkook shakes his hand, laughing a little at the contact and purposely tangling their fingers in an overly complicated game that he makes up as he goes. The blood rushing to his head, he leans over and noses at Jungkook's temple with a grin, then throws his arms over his head so that his knuckles graze the floor.

He's supposed to be a good influence, he knows, but it's easier to just be Jungkook's friend, most days, than a guiding force. And it eases his heart more to know that Jungkook is happy and healthy than to know that he's scoring well on his exams.

"You don't have to go home yet, you know. It hasn't been that long, and I know you, you were probably drowning in notes before you came out here, hm? So stay a little longer with us, and have Seokjin hyung take you back when you're tired. You can sleep in the car, too." He nods, considering that good enough advice. "What did you drink?"