Moral of the Story || seongsang · 2ho

7. Second first kiss

"Months later, it was the last day before the move. Yunjung and his parents had been helping the Moon-Kang family with preparations.

Yard sales, boxes, labels, packing.

But the boys wouldn't dare part, not yet. So the Choi's agreed to take Yunjung with and he would spend the first night.

Together, the boys road in the backseat, fingers laced, as Hye-jin drove behind the moving truck, Wheein as her passenger.

Jongho rested his head on the taller's shoulder, just like he normally would, but in the past weeks these little things seemed to mean more. To him at least. He'd have to talk with Yunjung about it.

The older kissed Jongho's head lightly, lips barely brushing hair, as the younger slept. But when the car stopped in front on their new home, Yunjung shook his shoulders.

Jongho groaned nuzzling closer and Yunjung could've died happy right there. (Thankfully he didn't.)

'Jongho-ah,' he whispered. 'Come on you fell asleep like only twenty minutes ago, you can't be that into it.'

He giggled as Jongho hit his arm, before whispering a request in Yunjung's ear, causing the older's eyes to nearly pop out his head.

'You want me to do what?' Yunjung whisper yelled.

Jongho smirked. 'If that's your reaction I'm pretty sure you heard. . .What? Can't carry me anymore?'

'Psh, of course I can carry you,' Yunjung defended. 'But what happened to moms are making it weird?'

Sighing, Jongho relaced their fingers and stared at their hands. 'Well they do make it weird. But I've been thinking about what you said and realize it's not fair to you. Plus, Hyung, when have I ever cared what people think?' He smirked. 'It's not a big deal, we carry each other all the time.'

But to Yunjung, it was a pretty big freaking deal. Progress, finally, he thought. 'Jongho, of course I want to carry you. . .'

The older was so soft, it made Jongho almost sorry for laughing at how shy he became. Almost.

'Come on, pretty boy,' Jongho said unbuckling. 'You gotta get out of the car to carry me anywhere.'

So Yunjung obliged. Picking Jongho up bridal style, he started walking toward the house. But with a giddy-up! he laughed and started to run through the grass, past Eomma and Mama, up the steps, onto the porch.

With swift movements he opened the front door, and carried Jongho over the threshold.

(Jongho did his best not to contort his face in the slightest as he heard his mothers squealing in the yard.)

Setting the boy down, Yunjung looked around, before feeling an all too familiar pull on his wrist. 'Come on, Hyung!' He whispered. 'Let's go find my room.'

'Shouldn't we help your m-' But the older was cut off.

'Lateerrr~ Come on!'

And, of course, Yunjung obliged.

~~~

After lots of heavy lifting and a microwave dinner, Yunjung and Jongho laid on a full mattress on the floor, looking up to the 1,117 little stars they'd stuck on the ceiling.

Jongho tilted his head, 'Don't you think they're a little childish?'

'Yeah,' Yunjung laughed. 'Perfect for you.'