"I don't get it," said Namjoon. "What is it with you and butterflies, hyung?"

"Ah, butterflies." The brunette smiled up at the sky, as if he was having a conversation with it. "I'm obsessed with them. They're such complicated insects, you know, yet so simple. Simple as a blank piece of paper or simple as counting! But thinking about them too hard, like trying to solve an equation, like trying to find out what x is, is what makes them complicated. You wonder so many things: 'Why are you here?' 'How did you come to be?' 'Why are you so beautiful?'"

"Huh. I never thought about that."

"Mmm. Yes." The 19-year-old leaned forward so he was close enough to feel Namjoon's steady breaths on his lips. "You want in on a little secret?"

"Shoot."

"I don't love butterflies, actually. Not the insect itself. I don't care about how they eat, how they reproduce, or sleep. No. Nothing like that.

"Oh?" Namjoon leaned away in surprise and raised his eyebrows in amusement.

"Yeah. I love them for their wings," his hyung said as he leaned away as well and crossed his arms.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes. You'd be surprised to find that most people who say they like butterflies actually don't like them, but their wings–their wings are the key. Tell me, Namjoon-ah, and tell me honestly, if butterflies didn't have those pretty wings attached to their tiny bodies, would you love them as much as you do now?"

"Well. . . I. . . Hmm. . . I guess not. Good point, hyung."

"I call moths ugly butterflies because they're pretty much the hideous version of one. Why? Because they don't have pretty wings. I like to link butterflies with our society. People nowadays, not all, but people, go for the looks, not the personality anymore—not the way a man addresses a lady with kindness, or the way a stranger helps out another stranger financially at a coffee shop by buying them a frappacino. No. We look at color, stereotypes, and beauty. Appearance first and then personality, right? Wrong. But we all do it. I'd be hypocritical if I said this without including myself as the majority. After all I only like butterflies for their wings."

"You have an interesting perspective of things."

"Thank you. Hey, and you know there are human moths here, too, right?"

"Human moths?"

"Yes. Human. You'll see them around, getting mistreated because people's opinion of beauty differs from theirs. Racism. Discrimination. Bullying. The minority. Newspapers with the headline: African American Man Is Shot By A White Police Officer While Pulling Out I.D. You'll hear 'faggot', 'nigger', 'honkey' at school. On the news you might hear the reporter say, 'Breaking news! Hispanic students in San Diego are being stoned and called illegal immigrants!' Now I may be talking about America but things like this happen to moths all around the world. And it's not because moths are pests. We treat them poorly because we're afraid of them."

"Are you talking about real moths or the metaphor?" Namjoon asked

Jin shrugged. "Well both apply, do they not?"

Namjoon didn't answer. He nodded as a final response, still trying to wrap his head around the subject. He understood most of what Jin was saying, and other parts dragged in his mind as he took them apart and tried to figure out the message behind Jin's words.

Jin continued, "They don't match our standard of beauty and they're different. Yet have we actually took the time to really study them and learn how they benefit the world? Do you follow, Namjoon?"

"Yeah. I see it." Namjoon licked his lips. "I guess I didn't realize how much I didn't know about things." He took a moment to develop a question for the older male. "So what's the solution to this problem of beauty?"

Jin took his question under consideration, nodding slightly, eyes drifting to the trees. "I've asked myself that more times than you can count. Though, haven't we all wondered this once in our life? What is the solution? Well the question is can there be a solution when only a few people are able to see it and teach the blind who are also too deaf to listen? The world can't get much more frustrating than that, huh? Hmmmm. I think it's youth."

"Huh?"

"Youth is the solution." Jin met Namjoon's eyes and smiled. "Youth is the solution because it's also the problem."