"Yixing."

"Hmm?" The younger turns his head to his brother who lay in a pile withered leaves beside him. Joonmyeon pauses for a moment before shifting his body, moving closer to his brother, and making their foreheads touch.

The autumn air felt cool around them, the piles of autumn fallen leaves surrounded their figures. The two lay comfortably against each other, inhaling the earthy scent.

"You know, it rained a lot on the day of your birth." Joonmyeon says, biting his lower lip. Yixing stares at his nervous brother curiously," Why?"

Joonmyeon muses, “Because heaven lost its most precious angel."