Jungkook and Hoseok were at the dance room, practicing their new choreography. Jungkook was working too hard for Hoseok's liking.

"Jungkookie! Please calm down," Hoseok called out to Jungkook. The poor boy couldn't even breathe.

"Hyung! I need to do this!" Jungkook yelled at Hoseok. It went to silence except for Jungkook's shoes working on the foot work part of the choreography.

"Jungkook..." Hoseok tried again but to no use.

"I know that we need to work harder. We didn't do good last time but we can't push ourselves to pass out Jungkook! You need to understand that!" Hoseok stood up and walked towards Jungkook to stop him to only get smacked on the face by Jungkook's hand.

"Hyung! Get out of the way next time!" Jungkook couldn't get the hardest part of the dance right and it made him frustrated.

Hoseok walked to the bench holding on to his hurting face on the verge of tears.

"The way you'd play for me at your shows and all the ways I got to know your pretty face and electric soul," Hoseok took the courage to tell Jungkook what he felt.

"I've seen the world, lit it up as my stage now," at the point Jungkook looked at Hoseok through the mirrors and stopped the music.

"Jungkook, I have a bruised face. Does that mean I'm not beautiful," Hoseok took his hand off his face and there was a purple spot there.

"Hyu-"

"Jungkook, tell me something. Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?"

Jungkook turned around and walked all the way to Hoseok's direction and sat next to him.

"Hoseok Hyung, you are beautiful. You are amazing. Everything you do or say is beautiful. Your dedication to this group is incredible," Jungkook said.

"But Jungkook. Why can't you say that to yourself too?" Hoseok questioned Jungkook.

"I'm not sure Hoseok hyung. Maybe because I want to be worth something."

"Jungkook you are perfect. You being in this group is more than worth it," Hoseok hugged Jungkook tight and didn't let go.

"Whether Bangtan is old or not, this group is always beautiful."