"Where are you taking me, Jiminnie?"
"Sssshhh, just come with me!" Little Jiminnie said as he dragged Seokjin with him and soon the older found out that they were walking into a field of flowers.
Jimin looked up with a sweet smile and crouched down, carefully picking out some flowers; Seokjin followed suit.
And not long after, they have picked out quite the amount of flower.

"Let's stop, Jiminnie." Seokjin said and led Jimin away.
They sat at the nearest bench and Jimin stared at the flower, then to their surroundings.
"Hyung, made this into a bouquet! Can you do that?"
Jin frowned at the sudden request but he nodded; he's a florist after all.

When Jimin's requested bouquet was done, Jimin got off the bench. Pulling Seokjin with him for the second time as well as telling Seokjin to hold onto the flowers.
Jimin then pointed into a man, "Give it to him, hyung. He looks down." The 10 years old said.
"What? But I don't know him, Jiminnie."
"But he looks sad! You say we need to cheer sad people up."
"Well, you're right. But-"
"No buts!" Jimin said stubbornly and finally suceeded pushing Seokjin to this stranger. He waved from a far and mouthed a good luck.

Seokjin sighed and sat beside the blonde stranger, "Excuse me?"
When the latter's head shot up, Seokjin almost got a whiplash because damn. This man is so fine.
"Yeah? Is there something I can help you with?"
Gosh, that honey voice!
"No, not really- just." Seok