Moral of the Story || seongsang · 2ho

14. The final night

TW: suicide

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"Jongho and Yunho spent December break together, as always, playing in the snow and burning incense cuddled up together at night (much to Mama's dismay, she didn't like the smell, but Hye-jin allowed it).

Jongho one morning, for possibly the first time ever, woke up first and waited in Yunho's arms until he, too, joined the living.

'Good morning, Little Bear.' The older whispered.

'Hyung,' Jongho whispered back, scrunching his nose. 'You need to brush your teeth.' Jongho giggled holding his nose.

Yunho rolled his eyes, it was becoming a habit lately. "Ya! And you think you don't?" He tickled the younger until they both fell out of bed, onto the floor, twisted in blankets.

'Jongho-ah~' Yunho whined, 'your floor is co~old.'

Jongho dragged himself across the floor, with Yunho still holding his waist, over to their slippers. 'It's probably warmer downstairs.' Next he dragged them both over his desk chair where their sweaters draped.

'Hyung!' Jongho was louder now. 'You're going to have to let go, I can't drag you down the stairs. . .Well I could,' he mused, 'but it wouldn't be pretty.'

Yunho just shook his head against his Soul's back. 'I'm always pretty.'

'Not in a morgue you're not.'

When Yunho didn't reply, Jongho started pulling them toward the door as the older tried, and failed, to stifle his giggles. 'Wait, wait, Jongho. Teeth first.'

After the bathroom, they walked downstairs and the older greeted his Soul's parents. Yunho had spent his life with Eomeoni and Mama Choi, so they were, not like his family, but his family. Yunho knew his own appa and eomma felt the same about Jongho; they were each their parents' second sons.

Mama decided she wanted an 'american' breakfast for the last day of break, so she, Hye-jin, and Jongho cooked the pancakes, eggs, and bacon, while Yunho focused all his energy, for some unknown reason, on a salad. No cooking involved.

After Yunho set their table, the little family sat down to eat, and what a meal that was. They only ate the salad to make Yunho happy.

At the end, plates were passed under table so the leftovers could be enjoyed to the fullest by Minho, Han, and Chris, the Choi's three kittens.

'Hyung,' Jongho called out, pulling on his coat, "carry me!"

And of course, Yunho obliged.

Jongho jumped into his Soul's back and the two left through the front door, leaving Mama and Eomma happily inside.

'Where are we off to, Little Bear?'

Jongho squeezed tighter, for some reason, today, he was giddy with excitement at hearing the well-known pet name.

'Let's go play in the snow!'

Yunho smiled, biting his lip. He was so happy his love was acting so well, so full of life.

So, like when the two were mere children, they fell back into the soft crystals and flailed their limbs, giving the impression of angels.

'Jongho-ah, catch!' But as the younger turned he was hit with a mound of snow to the face. He began to cry.

Yunho bounded over, profusely apologizing, but he should've known. . .he really was to sweet for his own good, because as soon as Yunho put a comforting hand on Jongho's shoulder, he was tackled to the ground.