Soft spoken words of encouragement and fleeting touches that cause my heart to stutter a beat -- do you see me as I see you? 

Junhong watched with calculating eyes as Yongguk moved around the studio, his arms reaching or certain knobs and long fingers clicking on certain key's. His eyes were trained and the way that his bottom lip would tuck between his teeth in thought caused Junhong to hold his breath; if only for a second. His brown hue's followed the elders every move -- as if he was studying. In a way he was; he was often told by the others he mimicks Yongguk in some aspects, and Junhong didn't really think that was a bad thing. Bang Yongguk was a man that he craved to be -- craved to be like. 

He was smart. He'd write muisc in moments when asked, his mind creating wonderful words and music to go along with them. He'd give advice to him and the others when they craved it, craved that father like tone he used as he assured them that they were strong, that they were doing their best. 

He was kind. To everyone. To his fan's, to children, to them -- to him. Junhong found this endearing. The way he would care so much about others and so little about himself. He'd stay up for hours to make sure the rest of them got enough sleep; you could see the tired look in his eyes the next day and Junhong felt like scolding himself for having night terrors sometimes. Because Yongguk would always sit by his bed and whisper soft words until he slept. But he also thanked those night terrors for giving him that one on one moment with the elder, all to himself.

He was beautiful. His smile, his laugh -- his everything. It was all beautiful. Junhong was proud to call that beautiful man his Hyung, his friend. The way he would look at them when they were laughing, or the way that he would stare off into the distance as if he was thinking of how he could change the world, make it a better place -- he probably was because his heart was beautiful too.

Junhong wished he knew what the elder thought when he looked down at Junhong, staring at him with those sharp eyes that seemed to see right through his very being.

He wondered.

Do you see me as I see you?

So yeah this happened.