Jungkook pulls him closer and Yoongi lets him, settling in against his side. After a moment's hesitation, he lets himself rest his head on Jungkook's shoulder, letting out a little sigh. "I don't think I can either," he lies. It seems like a good excuse for all of this, a reason he can just cuddle up against his dongsaeng without drawing negative attention. Truthfully, he knows he's drunk, but it took him a while to get here, probably longer than it did for Jungkook. He has more experience on his side, he figures. Still, he can lean into it, pretend the alcohol has gone too much to his head. That's all this is, just a drunken whim. It's fine. They're always all physically affectionate with each other anyway; no one will question him being more so while drinking.

He hopes so, at least.

There's nowhere really for him to put his arm comfortably like this, sandwich between them, which feels like as good an excuse as any to reach out and rest his hand on Jungkook's thigh.

"You need practice," he murmurs, laughing a little. "But not too much."