Mark,
Who is that boy at your house?

Is he your friend?

He's very loud. I can hear him from my house.

But he really likes your flowers.
I like them too.
They're a pretty color.

-Youngjae

Mark held the note carefully in his hands as he tried to brush off the footprint of Jacksons shoe from when he accidentally stepped on it on his way out of Marks house.

He looked out his front window, half-way watching Jackson leave, and half way watching Youngjae play in his garden.

The barefooted boy was clipping a few flowers from the waist-high shrubs and setting them neatly in a small basket.

This boy was so strange to him. He was outside the majority of the day. He was definitely younger than Mark but where were his parents? Did he live alone? With a friend?

He wore the same clothes almost everyday. Or at least the same pair of shorts. His short color changed a couple times a week, but it switched in a never ending cycle, going from white, to pink, to blue, to black.

And he never wore shoes.

That's what puzzled mark the most. But as abnormal as this Youngjae character was, he intrigued him nonetheless.

Mark put Coco on her leash and marched out the front door.

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Mark and Youngjae are about to meet yall🌚

YEET