Jungkook hums in consideration, letting himself focus on the steady sway and the vibration of the bass. He's not sure how they've managed to stay uninterrupted in this corner for so long. He's also not sure he cares. His fingers tremble briefly before they find their rhythm, tracing an invisible circle on Yoongi's side, just above the cut of his hip.

Maybe if the conversation stays light, just like this. Maybe with the haze of alcohol, heady and warm. Maybe Yoongi won't notice if Jungkook lingers.

"You are my favorite," Jungkook agrees, his brows lifting with a smile. "But that doesn't make it less true."

He purses his lips, narrowing his eyes in mock suspicion. "Hey... does that mean that you're only calling me handsome because I'm your dongsaeng? That hurts, hyung."