15 April
I am SICK, and it SUCKS. Head colds suck. I still managed to write, but I have no idea how coherent it is.
Excerpt:
It hit him, something he vaguely remembered from the first chaotic days, and he had to tighten his hold on his bags so he didn't drop them. He didn't know how HyunSung fit in, yet, but he would. "Can I get some help?" he finally said.
JungMin started. "Oh, sure," he said, and got to his feet. He took a couple of the bags from DongHyun and led the way into the kitchen.
"Do you know anything about gardening?" Donghyun asked as they put things away.
"No," JungMin said.
"Does HyunSung?"
"Not that I know of," Jungmin said with a glance in his direction.
Excerpt:
It hit him, something he vaguely remembered from the first chaotic days, and he had to tighten his hold on his bags so he didn't drop them. He didn't know how HyunSung fit in, yet, but he would. "Can I get some help?" he finally said.
JungMin started. "Oh, sure," he said, and got to his feet. He took a couple of the bags from DongHyun and led the way into the kitchen.
"Do you know anything about gardening?" Donghyun asked as they put things away.
"No," JungMin said.
"Does HyunSung?"
"Not that I know of," Jungmin said with a glance in his direction.