Into the Marchands
It had been a little bit, exactly three weeks, two days and... ten hours but who was counting, since everything in Hyungsong’s life had changed. He’d mostly managed to stay out of his uncle’s way. Even when he couldn’t though, and maybe this was where he and the Marchand boy were similar, Hyungsong wasn’t ever one to shy away from a staring match. He’s grown up seeing and dreaming things far scarier than this man. But right now, there was none of that negativity. Now, the teen was gazing out the car window, him and his cousin riding hand in hand to visit Felix’s friend, Maron. “Ah....Why am I nervous?” Hyungsong forced out a soft laugh, looking over to his cousin with a hopeless smile.
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