3 one last dance.
Jongup started shuffling his feet awkwardly back and forth, taking junhong with him with each step.
"Hyung... What are you doing?" junhong said with that familiar confusion and amusement in his voice. Jongup was always the peculiar child.
"Dancing with my boyfriend of course!" jongup smiled and pressed his cheek into junhong's hair.
"Hey Junhong! Look!" Jongup smiled his usual bright smile as he lay the paper on the grass. "I got a B! I know, i know... It's not an A yet, but still! I studied coz you told me to! Youngjae couldn't believe it! You should've seen his face!" Jongup started chuckling to himself, his laughter only met a reply of still silence.
"I miss you Junhong..." Jongup whispered, tears welling in his eyes. He took out his hand from the front pocket of his hoodie and reached it in front of him. He stroked the carving of Junhong's name on the white stone. A bad representation of the end of his time on earth. Everyone knew he was a bright child, worthy of something more than a white slab of stone to remember him by.
"I miss you so much..."
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