Jungkook's cheek bulges a little when he smiles and Jimin pokes at it again, delighted by the cute, barely-there dimple that shows up. Jimin often wishes he had dimples. Instead, he just has stupidly round cheeks and tiny eyes. The construction of his face is the complete opposite of Jungkook's in that respect.

He's pulled tighter to Jungkook's chest and he giggles again, relishing the touch, grateful for Kookie's innocent affection.

But his eyes widen at the suggestion and he pulls back suddenly, lips spreading wide. "Oh, shots! Yes!" He launches himself up off the couch and rushes back toward the liquor cabinet. They're doing a pretty good job of emptying it, but there are still more than enough bottles left and Jimin grabs one, glancing only briefly at the label before carrying it back to Jungkook over his head like a trophy. "Tequila shots!"