Jungkook blinks as he's suddenly left bereft of Jimin, watching as the older boy hops over some of the obstacles in the room to get back to the liquor cabinet. It's a remarkable amount of coordination, Jungkook thinks, for someone who's clearly had a few times as much alcohol as Jungkook.

Thankfully, before Jungkook can make a fool out of himself and inevitably trip on a few dozen things along the way, Jimin is sinking right back onto the couch next to him, carrying a bottle that looks fairly large. And very intimidating.

His fingers carefully cradle the bottle, though he makes no move to wrest it from Jimin's hold — simply keeping it in place to try and read the label. "Tequila? Is that Mexican? How's it different than the others?"