Eungoo was stunned.
He closed his fist tightly trying to prevent himself from landing a hit on his father's face. He was so close to grabbing his own mother by the hair for calling him a whore. He looked at the two and tried to look for any kind of sincerity on their faces.... something... anything to convince him that they were here because they were sick; he wanted to hear that leaving him behind was a mistake; he wanted words of regret coming out from their mouths but all he's ever heard were insults. He was grateful that they were holding such a long conversation when they couldn't give him a time of day... not even a second.
"You know.... since we're family and all... how about you share some of that goods, yeah?" Her mother gently placed her hand on top of Eungoo's.
Family
