Giving Yoongi a long, solemn glance, Jungkook presses his lips thinly together and then shakes his head. "Yoongi-ah," he says, tone carefully even as he raises his hand to squeeze Yoongi's shoulder. "It's okay if you need to pee on my foot. I think our connection is deep enough that I would not hold it against you." He tries to keep a straight face, but ends up snickering not long after — there's really no way of knowing whether or not peeing on a venomous sting will do anything at all, but the thought is a funny one. Even if Jungkook's pretty sure the attempt would get them reprimanded for public indecency before anything else.

He's still biting on his lower lip to keep his volume down as they make their way to the shark-filled tanks at last. A few of them stretch from floor to ceiling, opening them to an endless swath of blue, but it's the open-air tank that Jungkook tugs the both of them towards first, willing to bet that the gathered crowd is waiting on an opportunity to interact directly with the specimens in the tank.