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"Do you ever wonder what lives beyond our vision?" Donghyuck kicks his sandals off of his feet, letting them fall between the sand grains of the evening beach.

"What do you mean?" Mark turns from where he was watching his grandfather who sat at the doc, to Donghyuck. He blinks as the tanned male stands and steps ankle-deep into the calm ocean.

"I mean..." He pauses, turning back to Mark. "Do you ever think that there's something big out in the water that we'll never see? Larger than any blue whale or great white shark?"

Mark stands as well and shrugs. "Don't know. I suppose there's only one way to find out." Donghyuck nods, deciding to get physiological later and just enjoy the water (that of which he can see) for now.

"I suggest you go after your grandfather." Donghyuck breaks the silence, pointing to the old man. "He's talking to the fishermen."

"Shit." Mark groans, muttering curses under his breath as he walks off towards his granddad. After persuading the man to not go on a boat, he turned back to the northern beach, but Lee Donghyuck was nowhere in sight.

"He's a quick boy Mark, better catch him soon."

Breaking from his short daze, Mark looks to the old man in the wheelchair. "H-huh?"

Old Man Lee juts his chin in the direction of Donghyuk's house. "He's a free spirit, yet to be tamed. Catch him before it's too late."

Mark rolls his eyes. "I've literally known him for two weeks."

"Yeah, and it only took me and your grandmother an hour to make your father."

"Oh my god."

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"Ma!" Donghyuck comes running down the stairs. "I heard the jets are doing a show next Friday night! To celebrate the beginning of the summer. Can I go, please~" He clasps his hands together, getting down on his knees and pouting. Doing anything he could to persuade his mother.

Not looking up from the newspaper, Mrs. Lee sighs. "Donghyuck, don't you remember what happened last year?"

"I promise I'll be on my best behavior."

"You said that last year too."

"I mean it this time!"

Sighing and putting the paper down, Mrs. Lee looks at her son. "You're so troublesome Donghyuckie." She ruffles the boy's hair affectionately. "Just promise me, no midnight swims." She pauses, eyeing her son. "And no more fights with the Park twins. I can't deal with their mother anymore."

Donghyuck smiles wide. "I pinkie promise!" He sticks his hand out, pinkie finger curling around his mother's. It was something he'd been doing since childhood, but it still meant so much. A promise can be broken, forgotten about, neglected...But a pinkie promise lasts forever. It's taboo to break a pinkie promise, for that trusting bond between the two parties shall break as well. Donghyuck has never broken a pinkie promise, and he wasn't going to start now with some flying jets.

"But you're going to be helping with chores, understand?"

Saluting his mother, Donghyuck nods. "Yes ma'am!"

"Good..." She pauses, picking up the paper once more. "Say, Hyuckie, what was that thing you were working on yesterday?" She asks, her eyes not leaving the news columns.

With a small gasp, the tanned boy runs upstairs, muttering a "my basket!" to himself.

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