Yoongi remembers a lot of things. It seems like second nature now to pick up on all the little things when it comes to the younger boy, like Yoongi's body is hard-wired to pay attention to everything Jungkook does or says. Or posts. He's not quite sure when it started to get bad, but he definitely knows it started with that photograph of the painted yellow flower on his hand. And there's not much he can do about it now, not when he's in this deep. He gives a small shrug as Jungkook's expression goes back to being shy, maybe even pleased that Yoongi held onto it. "Of course I remember. It made me want to get to know you better," he says, without thinking too much about the honesty and whether it's the right time to actually delve into all of it. Right now he simply feels nice being with Jungkook, making him smile, and the good mood has him giving Jungkook's hand another little squeeze, another little tug.

They bounce around to a couple other stands, checking out handmade toys and home decorations and all kinds of odd knick knacks and little treasures. Yoongi's positive he's never seen so much stuff crammed together in once place, and he's fascinated by it all. Enticing scents of smoked meat and spiced vegetables fill the air as they get closer to the food stalls, Yoongi more than happy to keep moving in that direction. But he's also caught by a different section, slowing to a halt in front of one of the many tables specializing in clothing and accessories. This one is brimming with all kinds of pretty jewelry he takes a second glance at, Yoongi's fingers grazing over a rather dainty, slender black necklace. Choker? He's fairly sure that's what they're called. "Pretty," he murmurs, wondering absent-mindedly if he's just being attracted to the things that remind him of Jungkook. This time, though, there's no real basis in reality. Picturing Jungkook with pretty things just comes too easily.