Something brushes against the top of his head, and Yoongi smiles, eyes falling shut. Part of him wants to pull back so he can see if Jungkook looks as sweetly sleepy as he sounds, but he doesn't dare move, not when this is so nice. Curling up against him like this, it's warm and safe and the worst thing Yoongi's mind has to offer up now is that, sooner or later, this has to end. But what does that matter? He's always figured it would never even start, that he'd never get to know how it feels to have Jungkook hold him. He can't even bring himself to stop when the impulse strikes to turn a little more and drape his arm across Jungkook's waist. It's as close as he'll ever get, he thinks, and maybe it's enough, at least for now.

"Okay," he says, quiet, a conversation still meant just for two. "We can practice." It's not even an empty promise. It's a mistake, probably — even like this, he knows getting drunk with Jungkook anywhere but surrounded by their friends would be a bad idea, that it would be harder for him to rein himself in without knowing they can see — but it's one he'd follow through on all the same. If it means even the smallest chance of getting to do this again, he'll do it. He laughs a little, turning his head just enough to brush his nose against Jungkook's neck. "Do you think it'll make us better dancers?"