Moral of the Story || seongsang · 2ho

17. A grand idea

As Yeosang awoke in Seonghwa's arms, he had an idea.

But he stayed still, patient, letting the older sleep.

Today was Saturday, so while Yeosang was slightly perturbed at being awake before ten, he was mostly thankful that Seonghwa had made him go to bed so early last night. The older was especially adamant after hearing how he stayed up the entire night prior at Yunho's.

They had talked for hours after dinner, starting with the hardest topic: the club. It began with much fidgeting on Yeosang's part, but after feeling how calm and undisturbed Seonghwa was, the younger was able to calm.

He made no excuses, but they only attempted to find explanations. Alas, one was not determinedly settled upon.

As Yeosang grew more awake in the older's arms, thoughts began to flow freely. Not all of them nice.

Yeosang, can't you just figure out why? Is that one question too much to ask of your-- Wait, he thought. I promised Seonghwa.

Still he let his mind run, but paid the thoughts little heed, instead, trying to refine his plan. I'll have to talk with Uncle first. . .

And Seonghwa began to stir. "Good morning, Shin-bi."

Yeosang's heart jumped and a circus began in his stumach anew. "I literally just woke up, you can't call me that."

"Hmm," Seonghwa spoke deeply, "but you're still so beautiful."

Yeosang buried his face into the other's chest, giddy, as Seonghwa laughed, petting the blond hair. He was so happy to wake up like this, with his Soul wrapped in his arms. He suddenly hugged the boy tighter and Yeosang yelped at the strength. "Hyung, I can't breath."

So Seonghwa reluctantly released him. "Do you want to get up?"

Yeosang was so content against the warmth of Seonghwa's chest, so comforted by the strength of the other's mind, the strength of his emotions that was on full display nine hours ago, that Yeosang just wanted to say no.

So he did.

And to the great jubilation of his heart, Seonghwa laughed, the older's heart just as content as Yeosang's. The blond snuggled in closer and began to play with the fabric of his Soul's shirt. "I have an idea," he said.

"Hmm? What's that?" Seonghwa looked down into his eyes. He brushed the hair off of Yeosang's mark.

"You have to promise not to tell anyone this and I mean it," he warned. And Seonghwa promised.

So Yeosang began the story he'd been told. . . A condensed version, to be sure, they didn't have all day, but still it was two hours later when he recited the last line. And Seonghwa was in tears.

"It was Uncle Jongho's birthday on Thursday." Yeosang reached both hands up to stroke Seonghwa's head, comforting him. And as Seonghwa relaxed into his touch, Yeosang became big spoon.

"Is this where your idea comes in?" Little spoon asked, and he could feel Yeosang nod before speaking.

"Yes, I want to throw a birthday party for him, mostly for Yunho, I guess, so he's not alone anymore. . ."

Seonghwa thought. "You'll have to ask him first. This isn't the kind to do as a surprise."

And Yeosang smiled, yes. "I'm one step ahead of you; I already have a text drafted." Reaching for his phone, Yeosang pressed send.