"Yeosang," Yunho starts, "I would give anything to go back and tell Jongho to come to me, to tell him I forgive him and love him, that I was never even upset with him. So go to Seonghwa. Now."
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"Do you love him?"
Yeosang looked up, shocked. "I- o...
"Jongho-ah, Jongho hold still! Come on~ CHOI JONGHO you know this camera--ugh. Kid! Hold still it'll be so blurry!"
Jongho kept dancing, smiling that beautiful smile, while Yunho sat on the ground before him.
"Yunho! If you're calling me a kid, you're an old man. And please remember, I'm an official grown up now."
Yunho couldn't help but laugh, falling back onto the grass, holding the camera with both hands on his chest. "Yes Jongh~o~o, that's why I'm trying to take a birthday photo of you!"
It was so green for October. In the afternoon light, Jongho giggled looking at his love laying back on the grass.
He had stopped moving, still enough for his new camera, but Yunho wasn't looking anymore, his eyes still closed.
Jongho saw his beauty, he practically glowed in the sun. Looking down at the person in front of him, Jongho let his eyes roam over Yunho, whose legs were still crossed, his back and head laying on the grass.
Eyes drifting to his neck, he saw the small darker spot of skin, the mark of Yunho's soul. Not very defined, but a soft brown, soft like Yunho, he thought.
Jongho reached up to his own neck, fingers brushing his own identical brown mark, his own soul's mark. They decided, if you look hard enough, it's like a wave.
Yunho, eyes still stubbornly closed, refusing to look at Jongho after his antics, was biting his lip trying not to smile. But Yun could feel the eyes on him.
"Stop looking at me."
"I can't. You're too beautiful."
Yunho cringed and rolled over groaning, his face towards the ground. Jongho just laughed aloud.
"Yunho, I can't stop looking at you because you're absolutely mesmerizing. You know me, I'm never this affectionate, only with you."
"Shut up~," came the mumbled reply. Yunho was too busy hiding his blush in the grass to notice Jongho coming closer to him.
Jongho leaned down over the young man on the ground, pulling Yunho's face up to look at him, but Yun simply scrunched his eyelids closer together. "Hyung, for a supposed top, you sure get shy easily."
Yunho rolled his closed eyes in response, as well as his entire head in the grass. "Ughhh~ didn't I tell you to shut-"
"Nooooo! Quiet." Yunho couldn't hold back the smiles now, listening to Jongho's pouty voice. "Hyung, your eyes. Yun-ah, open your eyes."
So he did.
He dreamt of him again.
Yunho was awake now, he didn't need to open his eyes to know that. No, he desperately kept his eyes shut. Jongho-ah. . .
He tried to feel his lips, because he knew, all those years ago, if he had opened his eyes, he would see Jongho, and Jongho would kiss him.
But he was now one hundred percent awake.
It was October again, the eleventh.
He groaned rolling his face into the sheets, imitating his position from the dream. And then laughed thinking of Jongho on that day, I'm an official adult now. . .
Ha.
Maybe according to the law but you were still such a child. We both were. He thought. Maybe me even more so, because I didn't see, I wasn't- I-
Shaking his head, Yunho rises from bed and oh it's much colder than expected. So slippers. Find the slippers. Now.
His kitchen soon fills with the warm smell of roasted coffee. He smiles again, such a soft little smile. Taking a mug down, one of his mugs, he adds boiling water and the espresso shot. For years, he's only had americanos.
When Jongho drank them, Yunho thought they were gross, not that he ever actually tasted it though, because who in their right mind would pay for watered down coffee?
Sitting at his desk with the previously gross concoction, Yunho graded his students' papers. He would retire from the university after two more years, so he now only had a half work load. These are transitional years.
Yeosang wants to be a teacher, too; Yunho hopes he goes on to get a PhD, that way he can be a professor, holding more draw for employers than an instructor.
Thinking back to when he was young, just entering university, Yunho also wanted to study for his doctorate, but. . . after Jongho, he just couldn't.
"Oh!" His eyes shot up from the papers. "Crap." I forgot Yeo is coming over.
He thought back to more old memories; memories of Kang Byul, who should honestly just be his legal sister at this point. Of him crying on her shoulder. Of Byul holding him as he sobbed, and still holding Yunho after he stopped, waiting as he cried again.
He loved her. He loved her family.
Yeosang was coming over last minute, at Byul's orchestration, because he refused to talk with her and something was most desperately wrong. According to Byul, Yeosang also refused to talk with Seonghwa, which was a huge red flag in all their books.
Yunho doesn't exactly think Yeosang will talk to him, either.
Store. Mumbling a mental list to himself, Yunho pulls on a coat and heads to the grocer.
He was really an awful cook, but Wooyoung, one of Yeosang's friends, attempted to instill some confidence everytime to two boys visit together.
But now only Yeosang is coming, so Yunho will have to cook, for Yeosang, thinks, the poor kid definitely won't talk if he's starving.
Thankfully, Yun can pretty confidently make some kimchi fried rice. So to the spam aisle he goes.
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A/N: 1-7-22. I literally wanted to cry while writing Yunho thinking about the americano 🤧
Family photo from when Woosang visited Yunho ⬇️
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