𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐨

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ᴀ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʀᴀɢᴇᴅʏ
ᴀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏғ sᴏʀʀᴏᴡ
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The sun had peaked over Hong-cheon, bathing the small city in a noon halo. Trees rustled in the wind, pebbles blew on the road and under the tires as they arrived to a more secluded, residential area nearing the outskirts of the province. 

Hae-jo had eased the jeep to a stop, a few paces away from the double story house that laid in their wake. Hee-won furrowed at the state of the home. The house was almsot leaning to one side, green grass had long dried to a dead brown with weeds sprouting from crooks of broken tiles that led up to a dilapitated porch. The two steps that led up to the decaying floorboards were rickety and definetly not safe as it made view for musty windows covered in grime and slight mold. 

Hae-jo winced when he saw the place before turning to Hee-won who looked grim. 

"Well, this place is a shithole" she muttered before glancing at him and etching a reassuring smile onto her slightly green face. "I'm sure he's lovely though" she said before wincing when her eyes strayed back to the house.

"I think we should approach this with brutal honesty" he told her as she raised her brow. He gestured to the front door "Who better than the Dr Lee of the honesty department" he smiled and she nodded, chuffed he'd think so highly of her even if the comment was made in slight jest.

"I'll be right behind you" he nodded and she pointed an accusatory finger in his face. " You better not hightail and run like a dog with its tail between its legs, you got it"

He merely smirked in return. "woof"

"Everyday I regret ever giving you a chance" she muttered before spinning on her heel and making her precarious journey up to the front porch.

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