Moral of the Story || seongsang · 2ho

6. Heavenly elixir

A/N: Sometimes I just find the perfect photos for this story

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"Wait," Still curled in the blankets, Yeosang interrupted the story. "I can't believe soulmates wouldn't understand their feelings for each other."

And Yunho saw an opportunity. "Don't you sometimes not understand Seonghwa?"

The younger thought. Thought back to when Mr. Park had been diagnosed, just a few months previously. All of Seonghwa's attention was on Yeosang, until suddenly, it wasn't.

"Yeah. . ." Yeosang began. "When Seonghwa's appa got diagnosed, he was so worried, understandably. But I wasn't doing well then, like, in my head. Even though Hyung told me about Abeoji's health, I don't know, I guess I didn't get it or something. Ugh."

He flushed and groaned in embarrassment at the memory. "We got in a fight over it. Or really I fought him over it. I lashed out thinking that, since he wasn't around as much, he was growing tired of me. . .I was so angry with myself for not being enough that, illogically, I took it out on him. I don't know why I thought he was upset with me, though. Obviously he should've been spending time with his family." Yeosang sighed.

"After yelling I got so embarrassed and avoided him. . . like I'm doing now," he mumbled the last part. "But back then it was only two days until I went and apologized. . .He wasn't even angry about it, especially after seeing how guilty I felt. . ."

Yunho took in this new information. "Seonghwa's a kind person."

"Yeah," Yeosang looked at his lap, "he is."

After a moment Yunho broke the silence. "How're you doing Yeosang-ah, still awake enough?"

"Very much so, though a little suspicious about Yunjung." He side eyed the older man.

"Don't be suspicious."

Yeosang nodded. "Bathroom, be right back." He bravely jumped out of the covers and ran past the door.

Returning from the toilet, he passed through the kitchen, and finding an open bottle of rosé in the fridge, he smiled taking down two flutes. As he poured, the liquid was pink, pink like Seonghwa's hair. . . Is it still colored? He thought.

Carefully crawling into bed, he handed one glass to Yunho and, of course, kept the other close. Sipping from the flute, he set it on the nightstand before turning back to his uncle. Thankfully Yeosang had swallowed because the priceless mix of pride and aghast-ment on Yunho's face sent him wheezing.

"Awwww~ww come ooon Un~cle~ it's only one gla~ss," he whined.

"Did you drink already?! Only I do aygeo in this family."

"Hey," Yeosang scolded, "Appa is pretty good. You know that puffy cheek heart thing he does? If he wasn't my appa I'd say he was cute~"

"Yeah," Yunho scoffed, "because I taught him that."

"Oop. Really? . . . Anyway back to the story, Uncle."

"Okay fine but, Yeosang, no need to mention this to your parents. . ."

Yeosang smirked, "You know I'm already 19. . .This is perfectly legal." Nevertheless, the younger held out his pinky. Rolling his eyes, Yunho grabbed on and connected their pinkies and thumbs, nodding.

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"Jongho awoke to an empty bed that morning. He felt an empty ache inside, too, knowing he'd hurt Yunjung.