𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑

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Once the information sunk in, Sawyer have the naïve child a stern telling off. He wasn't sure why he did it; it's just a chalkboard, after all. The night went pretty quickly after that, they had a simple meal and went to their rooms.

Early morning, when the birds began to sing, Sawyer's eyes flutter open. The pretty blue of his iris scans around his ceiling; he was already planning out the day.

Taeyeon firmly stated that the teenager would still go to his school rather than getting a home tutor; she thought it'd be, 'good to get social experience' even though Sawyer is quite the opposite of social.

He sighs and slides out of his warm bed, cringing at the cold air caressing his smooth legs. Outside, the leaves had begun to bleach of their colour and flowers began to wither - it was winter now.

'Whoever created school, I want to go back in time and murder them.'

He slips on a pair of socks and practically slide over to his door. The wood under his feet was cold, it made him shiver. In the hallway he frowns at the faint sound of giggling coming from that room. The room with the chalkboard in it.

Curiously, he pokes his head in and eyes his step brother. Chalk in one hand and a rubber in the other. His eyes trail to the words on the board that had begun to write themselves.

'How has your morning been so far, little one?'

Sunny writes, 'ok' as his reply in his loopy hand, messy enough to belong to a child of his age. With a shake of his head, the older closes the door and continues down the hallway.

To say the small family had only been in the house one night, they had practically memorised where everything is already. He stops at the top of the grand stairs and counts every time he goes down one.

"And...40!"

"What are you counting, sweetheart?"

Sawyer blushes and looks up at her with wide eyes. Poor thing, he looked so guilty. To think he'd slipped from his, 'I'm a tough boy and you can't hurt me' act sickened him.

"T-The...Uhh...Stairs?"

Yeonnie breaks out into pretty laughter, her eyes disappearing and the fine wrinkles near them deepening. Somehow, she still looked breathtaking.

She gently ruffles the boy's hair and pushes him towards the dining hall, a hand on his lower back. Waiting on the table was a large pile of pancakes and a variety of toppings.

His mouth drools and he throws himself down into a chair, immediately snatching up a good plateful of them and devouring them all. Somehow he knew today was going to be a good day.

At least, he hoped.

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18/10/19

This chapter was trash, forgive me >-<