❝ 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝐓𝐎 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑳 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯. ❞
▶ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 everything is normal on the outside and insidious on the inside...
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CHAPTER 12
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「 Addams 」
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡︎♡︎♡︎ SOMETHING WAS ODD. Something was severely odd to the point that Prince himself felt uneasy the whole time as he walked the hallways of his school, going unnoticed by many still except for one - two, really, but the other mattered less.
Yesterday was supposed to be when his parents would come home, expecting them to barge wherever he was or even have several of their friends come fetch him - then torture him back inside his parents' house, just because he escaped the disgusting life he used to be trapped in and was freed by his current boyfriend.
With ever step he took towards his classroom, the heavier the pit in his stomach felt, dragging him to a bottomless despair-filled thoughts. Only then did Prince stop dwelling in his thoughts when a hand slipped in his, pulling him and quickly catching his attention.
Nakyeom Song had a bright grin on his face, his red hair was replaced by another colour - a light orange - which greatly reminded Prince of the drink he always bought every morning before going to school. He wondered if it was intentional but that was merely a passing thought, what was more important was the fact Nakyeom was still holding his hand.
"Prince-sama! You look pretty great today! You're even wearing a cute sweater!" Nakyeom spoke as if he swallowed a mic and it was stuck in his throat, his smile increasing tenfold as Prince retracted his hand, took a step back, and subtly frowned at him.
"Thank you. What do you need?" Prince went straight to the point, waiting for the latter's answer, to which he did receive without missing a heartbeat.
"Y'know, you could pass as a member of the Addams family with how dark and gloomy you look. Maybe you could cosplay the male version of Wednesday Addams-"
"No."
Nakyeom stomped his foot similar to that of a bratty child, crossing his arms and whining at the older, "But why? You're perfect for cosplaying the characters I tell you about!"
