"Not pretty enough for Jiminie, I think," he says, absent-mindedly as he scans other areas of the pool from above. Sometimes they joked about Jimin being some sort of precious fairy, but it suited so well that it stuck as a metaphoric association in Namjoon's head; bright and delicate and bringing joy, not unlike the beautiful, albeit elusive shells sitting peacefully under the surface of the water.

Jimin's question brings him out of the pool-induced hypnosis once again, and he looks back up. "Ah, it must feel a little weird, maybe, to be lifted up like that. But as long as we're good to them and put them back, it should be alright."

"I wonder if we can find another inlet to check out... but maybe we shouldn't go too far just yet." He looks out across the length of the beach ahead of them, and then back towards the truck, smiling as his eyes rest on their friends.