of course, jungkook would have been happy with absolutely anything that yoongi wanted to do in the city. it wouldn't have mattered if he had listed off the same, typical touristy type attractions that jungkook himself is far too familiar with, or the aquariums that he's gone to with his family ever since he was a child. dimply doing anything at all with yoongi would have been a fun, new experience, so much more than worth it. any and all of it would have been welcomed with open arms, but something like this is even better, because it piques jungkook's interest at the same time. because it's been a while since he himself has been around here, because there's always something new to discover, because it's just as relaxed and casual as everything else is.

that is, until yoongi is smiling at him like that, reaching for his hand a matter of moments later. it makes him pause, makes his heart skip a beat before rabbiting forcefully in his chest, makes him feel quite like there might be some part of him - or several parts of him - that are short circuiting. it's nothing special, nowhere near too much, just enough, just something friendly, something easy, and yet jungkook can't fight the flush burning over his cheeks, the kind of stupid, giddy excitement that swoops through him just from that. by the time he comes back from it all they're already stood in front of a stall, and jungkook blinks an array of different flowers into focus, so many colors, varieties, not to mention the fragrance that comes from them all. it leaves him wide eyed, looks incredible, even as something so simple, almost as if he were the one traveling out of his hometown. "wow," he breathes out lightly. "they're really gorgeous, aren't they?"