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20. Epilogue part two: Sunset

Yeosang sighed.

Sitting in the car outside his house, he saw two little faces pressed against the window. They were soon shooed off and replaced with the soft face of his Soul.

Once Seonghwa saw him, the younger cringed. Yeosang had to go in now. He had to go in anyway. This was a good push.

So hauling his suitcase out of the back, he headed for the door. Immediately upon entery, he was assaulted by three little heads of hair, engulfing him in a hug.

"Hi, guys." He whispering softly. "Thank you." He hugged them back.

Just half an hour, Yeosang told himself. Survive half an hour more.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Appa." Hwasa looked up at her dad, and he was taken aback.

"T-thank you, love." Yeosang didn't know if he would last half an hour.

Seonghwa came up and pecked his Soul's lips before trying to corral the younger children off into the playroom.

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Jongho, having escaped Papa's eyes, padded over and reached his little arms up to the knob. Cracking the door, he looked at the two strange men outside.

"Hi~" One cooed, wiggling his fingers.

"APPA!" Jongho screeched and Yeosang came running.

Opening the door wider, Yeosang felt a breath knocked out of him. Looking into Wooyoung's loving gaze, he finally felt safe to cry.

So sucking his lips between his teeth, he fell into Wooyoung's outstretched arms holding tight. A moment later he fell into San.

San kissed Yeosang's tied up hair and rubbed his back as Hwasa came up. She bowed in greeting before taking Wooyoung and Jongho by the hands. She led them away from her crying Appa, back to the playroom with Papa and Wheein.

Seonghwa, as he sat with Wheein, felt his cheeks become wet with the ghost of his Soul's tears, he felt the whisper of San's arms around his back, he felt the quickened speed of Yeosang's heart.

He smiled, knowing of Wooyoung and San's arrival, and the strong affect it had on Yeosang. Seonghwa looked up at the creak of the door to see his daughter enter, leading Wooyoung and Jongho behind.

"Hi Papa. Uncle San is in the living room with Appa. I think you should go out with Appa, though."

After Seonghwa stood, embraced Wooyoung, then did as suggested and ran out to find his Soul.

"Yeosang," called the man. He found him with San in the doorway and walking up, he pleaded a thank you to San.

Eyes barely opened, covered in tears, Yeosang switched arms, gravitating toward the hold of his Soul.

"Oh Shin-bi." Seonghwa spoke, stroking the shorter's hair over and over again. "Yeosang-ah."

Backing up and wiping his wet cheeks with the sleeve of his button up, Yeosang pulled the older to their bedroom. Shutting the door, Yeosang finally broke down and sobbed.

Seonghwa fell to his knees beside his Soul and pulled the smaller into his lap. "Shh, shh," he cooed. "It's okay now, just cry."

And soon, the two wept together.

The sun kept its course and began to set, engulfing the Park's room in darkness. Seonghwa slowly rose, slipping Yeosang off his lap, and flipped on a light.