Yoongi laughs. "Crab and the spiciest fish cakes we can find," he says. "You got it." Those shouldn't be hard to find in a seaside city like this. All they have to do is follow the road and follow the map — eventually, follow their noses to the source of the delicious seafood smells. There's salt in the air, reminding him faintly of trips to the beach, the seven of them piled into Jin's truck and driving down to the ocean.

He's been saving carefully, money split into two funds, one for Busan and one for if they ever need to run. There's enough there he doesn't feel bad about the idea of just splurging all weekend, showering Jungkook with whatever he wants, as much as he possibly can. It may be his birthday, but what makes Jungkook happy makes him happy. That seems like present enough.

Glancing at the map on his phone, he takes another turn. "And yeah, it should be nice and fresh. Ah, now I'm getting hungry again."