GOODBYE

Carefully he began adjusting all of the stuff on Youngjo’s headstone, making sure every flower was in its proper place. If the older was here right now, he would be laughing and teasing him about how he didn’t care about the flowers or the plushes that were left by his friends or old classmates. That he worried too much about perfection and that he shouldn’t worry so much. He could almost feel his middle and index finger, rubbing gently to stop him from furrowing his eyebrows. It had become a habit that Youngjo had started doing when the shorter would get frustrated at something and there was always a soft smile across his lips when he did it.