jungkook doesn't know it himself, exactly what it is that's drawn him to flowers. he's felt a strange pull towards them for far too long, simply enjoys trying to doodle them, create them, capture the kinds of feelings that he can get just through looking at them. it's become something of a hobby of his, along with some kind of a signature, something he thinks that he could get known for, maybe, one day. or at least, maybe he would think that way, if he were the type of person to have thoughts like that. in the end, though, what it comes down to perhaps more than anything else, is that he simply likes them. he likes looking at them, likes trying to recreate them for himself, thinks they're pretty, delicate, simple. he's always had a liking for pretty things.

he could easily stay just like this, caught up in looking at them for far too long if he wasn't careful. but before he has the chance, yoongi tugs him out of it with his voice, with the offering of a single, brightly colored flower and a question that makes jungkook pause, then smile as the realization slowly washes over him. "it does, doesn't it? like a sunflower," he responds, unable to keep from laughing just a little bit, asking, "you still remember that?" a moment later, because it's genuinely surprising to him that yoongi would. it keeps the flush settled nicely over his cheeks from budging at all, the thought that yoongi would remember such a thing, that yoongi holds him in his mind like that at all.