Standing here surrounded by all these beautiful flowers, Yoongi can see, perhaps for the very first time, some of what Jungkook must see in them. He's never exactly stopped and this much paid attention before, not really, but now it feels like he can't do anything else. There's something exuberant, joyful about the washes of color, petals turning lightly in the breeze, as carefree as a summer afternoon. Is this what Jungkook tries to capture? Is it just the beautiful forms? Is it something else? Yoongi's mesmerized as he tosses around different ideas--and apparently he's not alone. Yoongi can feel the younger boy's shift in focus before he even breathes out that single word, the way he quiets. Standing shoulder to shoulder, hands still clasped together, they both take in the stand. "Yeah," Yoongi nods, "They really are."

One, in particular, catches his eye after a moment. A bunch of yellow flowers spill out of a hanging basket above them, something he had nearly missed before--and he's instantly struck by the strange familiarity of them. Which is odd, because he knows next to nothing about flowers. The fact that these should stand out in any way to him doesn't make sense. But then the realization comes, another smile tugging at his lips as he uses his free hand to bring down a single stem from the basket. The one that has such an interesting likeness to a painting he's never forgotten about. Presenting the flower to Jungkook, he asks, "Doesn't this remind you of the first picture you posted online? The flowers you painted on your hand? It's still one of my favorites."