Jungkook hums his approval when Jimin slides up next to him on the couch, a warm and comforting weight. He throws an arm around Jimin's shoulders, pulling him closer still, two boys simply enjoying the way the world spins around them. Even though Taehyung is closer to Jungkook's age, there's something about Jimin that's always felt more kindred, in a way. Taehyung is the fiercely protective brother Jungkook has wanted for so long, but Jimin is... Jimin feels cut from the same cloth.

His thoughts are interrupted with the poke of a finger against his cheek, one which Jungkook instinctively turns toward and playfully threatens to chomp with his teeth. "I'm growing big and tall under the care of my hyungs," Jungkook declares with a puff of his chest, before pulling Jimin closer still. "Mm, but there's still lots of lessons to learn. I've learned that I don't have a butt. I've learned that I like soju. What's next? Should I learn how to take shots?"