I can't see clear like you do

“How do I look, hyung?” Jungkook asked, looking at Namjoon’s reflection in the mirror. “Handsome.” Namjoon breathed, wishing he had more time to process the sight in front of him; Jungkook stood proud in a long dark grey coat with a black turtleneck underneath. His hair was slicked back on one side, the other side parted with his bangs styled to hang above his eye. He looked so handsome, Namjoon couldn’t really comprehend it. It felt like a punch in the gut when Namjoon’s eyes flicked between Jungkook’s razor sharp jaw and his doe eyes that were searching Namjoon’s face for affirmation.