A/N: This one is definitely going to be short because I typed a "long" one the chapter before (this makes 3 chapters). I'm excited I want to do this one and I'm happy this will have some super cute Sope moments {Oh wow really? It's called Sope! Use ur brain Aros}[Im sorry]

Compares Hoseok to the sun... like allot, and Yoongi is the moon. Of of a song. I'm sorry I'm not, but seriously I am, I'm very sorry I gave Yoongi some of my issues.

Super short 400-700 words... I'll add a word count. Maybe 1k+, no more, probably won't break 1k. Don't quote me on that. I've been dying to write some short sh!t

Scars to Your Beautiful

Yoongi never believed that he was beautiful. That was it, cold hard truth, he just didn't believe the lies of "You look good today (or any day)" or the "I wish I was pretty like you," or his least favorite... " I would love to have as many [boy, girl others] fall for me like they do to you."

Yoongi was darkness, it followed him, it was him, part of him. He just couldn't feel things like other people could, and it's not like he didn't want to, he just couldn't. Incapable. He was darkness.

But then the sun came out. It was bright and it scared him. He scared him. His name was Jung Hoseok. He was the sun. His smile was bright, like his personality. His hair was dyed (or natural, Yoongi couldn't tell, but he wanted to) fiery red, but gentle and warm, like even the coldest soul could feel warmth from it, being in the same room with him intimidated him. He wasn't used to happy.

Hoseok was his sun, and nobody could ever take that away from him. But Yoongi was no sun, he was a moon, sometimes he would reflect the Sun's light, but the dark side of the Moon always faces away. Hoseok's smile was the suns rays, touching everyone, and everything but the dark side of the moon.

Sometimes Yoongi's smile would reflect that, he would feel some of that light from Hoseok, but he would never be Hoseok.

The dark side of the moon - the dark side of himself - it honestly scared him. Being swallowed up in a storm of constant anxiety and depression was like a shadow, lurking around, you're never free of it never being seen- until the sun casts it's light and the shadows seen.

"Yoongi, why don't you love yourself? Everyone else does," Hoseok said.

Yoongi shrugged more interested in the game on his phone than what Hoseok was saying to get him to shut up. Unfortunately, this kid didn't know how to stop, stubborn pain in the neck. "I'm serious, everyone loves you don't you see how much I have to fend them off to sit next to you, I mean I-" he looked over to an uninterested Min Yoongi playing on his phone.

"Would you stop? I'm trying to tell you how great you are and you're playing on you're phone?" Hoseok sighed, leaning over and taking his phone. "Why don't you love yourself? You're so beautiful."

Yoongi whispered something he knew Hoseok wouldn't hear. After getting a rather annoyed look he spoke up. "Don't fill my head with lies, I'm not beautiful, and I don't love myself, who does? Besides you? Name anyone," Hoseok, taken aback by this stared at him in shock, shaking his head he looked back at Yoongi. "Me, the boys, fans, heck even the managers would agree, but they can't say it aloud, Yoongi you're beautiful."

Yoongi was wearing long sleeves, he had been, Hoseok knew why but this was his personal mission.

"Yoongi you're beautiful, no amount of scars can change that, these are Scars to Your Beautiful. Battle scars. Everyone has them, some physical, some mental, some emotional, but just because you can feel yours, see them more than others doesn't change how you make any of us feel. Battle scars show perseverance, I have some, you have some, we all do." Hoseok hugged his hyuung. "Mine also show more when I get in fights because you're so daggone cute. I have to fight any living breathing soul, or fend them off with a stick yelling 'the power of Christ compels you,' or 'get back witch,' "

Yoongi laughed. "I believe you," he said. "But if you ever pull some crappy bull- like that again I'll fend you off with a stick and put some magic f-king curse on you."

"Hey I poured my heart and soul into that and you'll fend me off with a stick? How rude," Hoseok mocked.

Just like that the sun cast over the moon, light- warmth and the moon rotated, a new moon, the dark side becoming light, a change. For the better

A/N- Welp that happened… I liked it and I hope you did, I don't know where this came from - usually I find inspiration in dreams but I haven't dreamed in a while {shut up Aros, nobody cares about you or your problems} I'm sorry. But yeah… as promised my word count

Word Count- 877

Characters- 4804

W/O spaces- 3939