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Title: Something Left Behind
Pairing: YunChun/2U, past! HoSu
Length: Drabble
Words: 459 words
Rating: Pg-13
Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance, Humour
Warning: Character death
Disclaimer: My plot and words
Summary: YunHo comes back to take something he left behind. It is now or never
A/N: This is a drabble I've written for yunchun_ywh's chainmail challenge. ^^
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“That I love him.”
JunSu watches you to pace around the couch with ‘I-told-you-so’ look on his face. You want to smack him, you feel like to but then the realisation hit you again and you slump helplessly next to him.
“I really do love him.”
You sigh and he has that look again on his face and this time you swear to him you won’t visit him next time.
His face turns paler, not like he doesn’t before and you smirk. You know how much he loves the cookies you have left for him every time you visit him.
“What should I do now?”
You ask him, leaning your head to rest on his shoulder. He says nothing but when you turn to look at him a moment later, you know. He smiles and you nod. He’s always amazing like that.
“Bring him with you next time.”
He kisses you on the cheek and when you blink, he is no longer there.
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It is a day later when you catch YooChun by surprise outside the coffee shop. It’s now or never and you held his hand and for a while you think he won’t let you in but he does anyway. You smile as he lets you to hold his hand tighter and you still have another chance to make this works.
“How are you doing? Busy?”
You ask and he shrugs.
“You know how it is when it’s nearing Christmas.”
You nod and he says nothing more. The scent of freshly brewed coffee dances around the air and you smile.
“Would you like a cup of Jung YunHo’s special?”
He looks up to you and nods, there is an unmistakably relief in his eyes and you lead him to a chair in front of the counter as you walk behind it, already working your skilled hands a moment later.
“You finally came back.”
He states and still you can hear a question laced beneath it.
“There’s something I left here.”
“Oh.”
You turn around, placing the coffee you make on the counter.
“I don’t know if this is still your favourite-”
“It still is.”
You smile and he takes a sip, avoiding your eyes on him.
“How is it?”
You ask him and he smiles, taking another sip of the coffee.
“Same, it tastes just like before.”
He finishes the coffee three minutes later, silent and still, as if waiting for you to speak, and you already know by now that he’s never a mistake you stumbled upon after JunSu’s death.
“I think I love you.”
You breathe out as your hand finds his, and when he looks up to you, you realise that those eyes are crying too.
“You think or you know?”
You walk out to him, pulling him close to your chest, already loving the feeling of his heart pressed against yours.
“Both.”