Yoongi glances over at him, fondly taking in the wonder in Jungkook's expression. This was a good idea, he thinks. He can't even remember which of them came up with it, but already it's been a memorable experience — not even counting the blowjobs in the bathroom, though the sudden thought of it makes his ears flare red. At least it's fairly dimly lit in here and no one will wonder at it. Just seeing Jungkook this enthralled, plus his own excitement, has made the trip worthwhile.

"The glass doesn't even look that thick," he muses, thought it must be incredibly strong to bear the weight of what must be literal tons of water and all the wildlife in it. Sharks float past, tails flicking idly, and he squeezes Jungkook's hand. "They're so close it's almost like we could touch them." It almost seems childish to say, when very evidently they cannot do that, but it still feels that way, the creatures gliding close enough at times, Yoongi can see the rubbery texture of their skin and the rise and fall of their breathing.