"I lived to witness my loved ones die and everytime it happened a part of me died with them. The little broken pieces that remain in me are scared shitless of losing more..." - Jinyoung
"He's my mate. I spent years searching for him and of course I...
(Top) picture of the pack house, (middle) the common living room on the first floor, and (bottom) Mark's personal living room on the second floor.
All pictures are not mine! I just googled them up :)
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Jinyoung's POV
With sagging shoulders and a sulking face, I marched to the front door of that huge two-floored cabin. "This is stupid. Why can't they just lock me in my room? I would gladly prefer that than spending the week here," I mumbled to myself as I walk. I jumped when suddenly Uncle Haejin spoke from behind me.
"What were you saying Jin?" He asked though I know for a fact that my mumbling was loud enough for him to hear.
"Nothing," I replied.
I stood in front of the wooden doors of Mark's house. Gosh, this place is huge. Before I could even knock, the door swung open and Mark's figure appeared in front of me and he was carrying his baby.
