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Im Yong Soo woke up that morning with a lot less energy than he was used to. It took quite a while for the young french child to fall asleep and his cries kept troubling his thoughts even when Yong Soo had been alone in his bed. He hated seeing people sad, even more so when they were children and, somehow, he found himself particularly preoccupied by the young Mathieu. The boy was sweetness incarnated. Plus, he was his master's son. He owned so much to the Bonnefoy. He frowned. Sometimes he truly didn't understand that man. Yes, he may be very eccentric, but he had seen the man show such generosity and kindness to people. Why was he being so mean to the poor boy ? He sighed.

''I can't understand those nobles...'' After countless minutes of angry musings, the Korean looked outside to his window and saw the sun fully risen. It's a very fine day, today. He thought, the brightly shining sun lightening his mood. The dark-haired man rose from his bed, dressed in his usual dark blue suit and made his bed. He, then, walked over to his desk where he had set the boy's clothes. He had cleaned and fixed them. They looked as good as new. He took them and whistled happily as he walked to his little neighbour's room. He knocked on the door. No answer. The boy was probably still sleeping.

''I'm coming in.'' He said and entered the room. Indeed the child was still very much asleep and the room was quite dark. Only a thin line of yellowish light traced itself upon the carpet from the curtains. He walked to them and spread them open. The room suddenly brightened. He looked behind him. The boy's eyes were still tightly shut and he did not seem to have so much as flinched. He walked to the bed and knelt beside it, looking closely at the sleeping blondinet. He smiled fondly at the sight and set the clothes on the bed. Mathieu was such an adorable child. Although there were still tears stains on his chubby, pale cheeks, the boy looked incredible peaceful, happy even, as the faintest smile bared his angelic features. He was probably having a sweet dream, a dream about his mother, maybe. Yong Soo hesitated before gently rubbing the boy's thin arm. He didn't want to tear the boy away from his dreams, but they had quite a long day ahead.

''Mathieu.'' Yong Soo called softly. ''It's time for you to wake up.''

The boy fluttered his eyes open, the sleepiness slowly fading away from his blue eyes. When he finally realized who was before him, the blond offered him a little smile and sat up. He rubbed his eyes with both his tiny fists and smiled to the Korean again.

''Good morning, mister Im.'' The shy boy whispered softly. Yong Soo smiled widely. It was the first time that Mathieu had said his name.

''Good morning, Mathieu. You can call me Yong Soo if you want.'' Mathieu nodded shyly in response. ''I'll help you dress up then we'll have breakfast, alright ?'' Mathieu nodded again and did as he was told. He rose his arms in the air to make it easier for Yong Soo to take off his night gown. He blushed. No one other than his mother had helped him dress before. Plus, he had been dressing up by himself for a little while. This was so new to him.

''You don't have to help me.'' He said shyly as he slipped his arms into the sleeves of his shirt that Yong Soo was holding for him.

''Haha, it's alright, da ze ! Unless you really would rather do it yourself ?'' Mathieu looked down to his hands and started playing with his fingers shyly.

''I... I don't mind.'' Truth is, he actually liked it. He liked the attention, he liked it because it felt like back when his mother did it. But he would never say that aloud. He didn't even need to. Yong Soo could almost read the child's thoughts in his nostalgic blue eyes. He let out a little laugh and finished his task. Then, he took his hand and off to the kitchen they went.

OoOoO

When they arrived at the kitchen, a nice assortment of croissants, jam and fruits was served. Both the Asian and the french boy ate with all the other servants. All the girls would gush over the blond. They listened and talked to him lively when the shyness of the child dismissed itself. Yong Soo frowned as he saw Mathieu knock his glass of milk down. The second in two meals. He thought. He did not pay too much attention to the little commotion that the gesture caused. The poor boy was apologizing yet again, the maids hastily consoled him and the men cleaned the mess and brought a new glass to the boy. Yong Soo laughed a little. The child was probably nervous. It was only understandable. He was a stranger in such a grand estate...

Once the breakfast finished, Yong Soo helped Mathieu put on his warmest attires, took his hand and led him outside. They walked on silently for a while, until the blond's little voice reached the Asian's ears.

''Where are we going ?'' It asked gently. Yong Soo smiled.

''To the couturier. We are buying you new clothes, remember ?''

''Ah... Yes, but I truly am fine with what I have. I don't want to cause more trouble.'' Yong Soo stopped his steps. More trouble ? His expression saddened.

''You are not a source of trouble, Mathieu. I want you to remember that.'' He caressed the boy's hair affectionately. ''Come on, now. Let's go.'' The blond nodded obediently and they continued to walk. Soon, they found themselves in front of the finest fashion shops in town. He entered the most extravagant one. Mathieu stared wide-eyed at the luxurious shop and its fine content. Mathieu had never seen so much colours and so many beautiful fabrics in his life. Brocade, silk, fine cotton...

''Ah ! Mister Yong Soo, what a pleasure to see you. Here for Monsieur le Marquis, I presume ?'' A plainly dressed middle-aged man greeted with a smile.

''Not exactly, sir. I'm here for this little boy here.'' The man stared, adjusting his glasses.

''Hm...'' The man mused as he looked at Mathieu. ''The boy looks strangely familiar.'' Mathieu blushed at the attention.

''Indeed ?'' Yong Soo answered. Not wanting to go deeper into the matter, he quickly added. ''As you can see, the boy needs a new wardrobe. Will you be so kind as to take his measurements ?''

''Yes, of course. What will I be making him ?''

''A complete set, for every seasons and every occasions.'' Yong Soo smiled. ''Send a notice to the estate when they are done, I will come fetch them myself.''

Both Mathieu and the man were simply flabbergasted.

''M-may I ask...?'' The man started.

''Hm...I...'' Yong Soo mumbled awkwardly. ''A present.''

''Oh.... I see.'' The man replied, little convinced. ''Come here and stand on this stool in front of the mirrors, my boy.'' The man smiled.

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''Won't this cost a lot, Yong Soo ?'' Mathieu asked, worried.

''Not for mister Bonnefoy.'' Yong Soo laughed. Mathieu looked to the ground.

''But.... but mister Bonnefoy doesn't-''

''-Now come, Mathieu. It will take a while before your new clothes arrive. Until then, you still need clothes.''

''Eh ? B-but...'' Before he could finish his sentence, the boy was dragged to another fancy store.

OoOoO

Francis was drinking tea, a present from a chinese prince, quietly taking care of his finance of the month. The french almost chocked on his tea as he saw a bill from his usual couturier from two days before. He gritted his teeth before screaming in rage.

''Yong Soo ! Come here at this instant !''

There was a soft knock on the door and a maid entered looking utterly frightened.

''M-mister Im is not here, sir.''

''Where is he ?!'' Francis asked impatiently.

''He's p-playing with Mathieu outside in the gardens.'' She informed, her voice trembling. The Bonnefoy frowned deeply and rose from his seat. He was going to show the Asian the depth of his mind. Without losing another second, the man walked passed the maid, rudely shoving her out of the way and went towards the door leading to the gardens. As he got there, he stopped himself in front of a window where he got a good view of what Yong Soo was up to. His angry expression seemed to soften as he saw the blond child crying big tears, seated on the grass with a bloodied knee. Yong Soo was knelt in front of him, a handkerchief in his hand, tending to the wounds the best he could. He wrapped the cloth around the knee and took Mathieu in his arms. He

gently stroke his hair and, although Francis could not hear it, the dark-haired man was definitely saying sweet words to him, if not signing. Francis felt a pang at his chest. He didn't know why. Not liking the sight, the man simply returned to his study and paid the bills. He felt strangely better after that.

OoOoO

The following night, Yong Soo was awakened by the muffled cries and whimpers of his young neighbour. Quickly getting out of the bed, he walked up to the door and knocked a single time before entering, candle in hand, and more than a little worried.

''Mathieu, are you alright, da ze ?'' He asked softly as not to scare the boy. The child's tears were his only answers. Yong Soo tip toed to the boy's side, deposing the candle on the bedside table, and stroked his hair a little. The child still kept his face hidden in his pillow. ''Please tell me what's wrong.'' He asked just as softly.

''Mo-m... mo...'' Mother ? Yong Soo thought worriedly. ''Monsters....'' The child finally confessed between hiccoughs. Yong Soo stared, blinking once, twice. He smiled a big smile and hugged the boy tightly to his heart, still stroking the boy's hair.

''There, now, Mathieu ! I'll protect you from the monsters, da ze !'' He told him animatedly.

''R-really ?'' The child looked up to him, eyes wet and cheeks red.

''Yes, da ze ! I know a spell that will protect you from those evil creatures, da ze.'' He grinned. The child almost instantly stopped crying, his eyes full of hope. Yong Soo smiled fondly at that. Mathieu was so naive... so very adorable. ''All you have to do is lay back on your bed.'' He said as he helped him back into his warm covers. Then, the Asian closed his eyes, thinking. ''It's a song from my homeland.'' He explained simply, and began to sing a soft lullaby. Mathieu stared at Yong Soo in awe. Were all the grown ups aware of how to scare the monsters away ? His mother did the same thing when she was still alive ! This made Mathieu want to cry again, but he didn't want to worry Yong Soo. Maybe he would stop signing and then the monsters would come eat him ! I have to stay strong ! Mathieu thought to himself as he whipped away the tears. Mathieu could not understand what Yong Soo was signing, but it was very beautiful. What intrigued Mathieu, though, is that it seemed that the song was also very sad, for Yong Soo had so much nostalgia in his eyes as he sang in his mother tongue. Mathieu smiled when Yong Soo smiled to him and soon enough, his eyelids were getting very heavy.

The monsters didn't come to eat him that night. Thanks to Yong Soo's spell.

The nights after that, Yong Soo had decided to either sing or read a story to Mathieu before he went to sleep. Mathieu would always tell him about his dreams the next morning. Dreams of talking animals, perilous adventures and, of course, of his mother.

OoOoO

Yong Soo an Mathieu were taking a bath together, talking animatedly, Yong Soo washing the boy's hair, when it hit Mathieu.

''Yong Soo ?''

''-hilarious, da ze-Oh ? Yes, Mathieu ?'' Yong Soo smiled.

''Sorry to interrupt you, but hm... '' He started shyly. '' Do you think you could teach me Korean ?'' Voiced the boy softly.

''그렇습니다, 당연히 !'' Yong Soo cried happily. Someone to talk Korean to... that was more than Yong Soo had wish for. He had been afraid of losing his own mother language, seeing as no one within his immediate acquaintance. His rare letters were the only things that kept him from being completely detached from his homeland.

''Eh ?'' Matthieu stared, confused.

''I said yes, of course !'' Unable to contain his joy any longer, the Asian hugged the child tightly, laughing wholeheartedly.

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One night came where the Bonnefoy estate experienced its first rainstorm since the arrival of the blond boy. The wind blew with violent force and the thunders and lightnings where so spectacular, it seemed as if they were going to pierce through the windows. The infernal noise had woken the asian man a little while ago. He had been simply musing in his bed, listening to the powerful concert of mother nature, thinking of only one thing: when the little was going to fight back his shyness and come to see him. The boy was probably hiding under the covers, scared out if his mind. He knew Mathieu was scared of this storms, he had told him himself. And so it didn't surprised him when he heard light footsteps approaching his room at the other side of the door. There was a long pause -the boy was probably being stopped by his timid yet polite nature again- before a single knock on the door was heard. Yong Soo instantly rose from his bed and almost skipped to the door, opening it with his most happy smile. It fell when he saw the boy's watery eyes. He felt a strong ache to his heart, feeling incredibly guilty for not checking upon the boy himself earlier. He smiled a tender smile to Mathieu and took him in his arms. No words were needed. He brought Mathieu to his bed and lay down beside him. Keeping his smile, Yong Soo began to stroke the boy's hair, trying to ease him to sleep. It worked finely as the boy close his eyes, remains of tears falling down his soft-looking cheeks. The boy smiled a little and snuggled closer into the older man's chest.

''I wish you were my father instead of mister Bonnefoy.'' Mathieu said in an incredibly soft yet sad voice. Yong Soo felt his heart freeze, then beating rapidly. Only now had he realized that so far, he had been acting like Mathieu's father. Francis was the boy's father, not him ! Who was he to take his master's place ? Who was he, to take such an important place in Mathieu's life ? He knew he didn't belong to this role. Francis did. Not him. And he had to do something. He couldn't let this go on.

Yong Soo looked down, a little sad, and saw that the boy's eyes were still closed.

''Thank you.'' He said, honesty singing in his words. He truly was honoured by the child words. ''But you mustn't think like that, Mathieu. Mister Bonnefoy is your father, not me.'' He explained gently.

''But he doesn't want me... and... a-and...'' The boy started, hesitant. Yong Soo said nothing, not wanting to force the boy to talk. ''... and I don't think I want him to be my father either. I'd prefer if it was you.'' Yong Soo sighed sadly and hugged the boy tightly.

''You have to give him a chance, Mathieu...'' Yong Soo said.

No other words were exchanged.

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Nearly two weeks had passed since Mathieu first came into the Bonnefoy estate. During these weeks, the master had been more than displeased about the child's presence and about that fact that the Asian was neglecting his work in favour of playing with the boy. For years Yong Soo had been Francis' personal servant and voilà that some bastard child had to come and ruin his life ! He hadn't even become used to it yet. This had to cease.

''Yong Soo, come here for a moment.'' He called out, expecting the Asian to come beside him any second. Not too far behind him, a maid stood awkwardly, not really knowing what to do. ''Yong Soo!'' He shouted angrily as he turned around and saw his maid. He sighed: he had been caught again. ''Go and fetch him.'' He ordered her. The maid nodded nervously and bowed before exiting the room.

OoOoO

Ever since Mathieu had evoked the desire to learn his language, Yong Soo had made sure to gently initiate the boy by showing him basic and easy vocabulary by pointing things and simply naming them. However, the man knew he couldn't get into the language properly without teaching the young boy how to read and write. He had not dared to bring the subject up, too scared of making the boy cry by making him remembering his dear mother. Today though, he decided, was the day he would engage the matter. Both were now in one of the music rooms, seated at the table where his master's guest would often play cards. Yong Soo had brought papers, nibs and ink. The boy was looking at him curiously, not really knowing what the older man had in mind.

''I think it's time I teach you how to write, Mathieu.'' Yong Soo said in a careful, soft voice, his tanned face bearing a tender smile. Mathieu looked down sadly.

''But I told you I can't.'' Yong Soo blink. The boy enriched. ''I told you my mother tried to teach me, but I was never able to read or write even after months of trying.'' Yong Soo's mouth fell. He had been sure that what Mathieu had meant that night, was that his mother had died before she could finish teaching him !

''... I ...'' How is that possible ?, he thought, alarmed. ''Let's try again, alright my boy ?'' He said.

''Alright.'' Mathieu nodded. Yong Soo took one of the two nibs and wrote all the letters of the alphabet. Thus began Mahtieu's first lesson with Yong Soo...

''And when you see those letters together, ''au''and ''eau'', it also makes the sound ''o'', as in the word...'' He trailed off as he wrote different words on his paper. ''Gâteau.'' He finally said. ''And often, their plural form takes an ''x'', but you don't pronounce it, alright ?'' Yong Soo smiled to Mathieu, who nodded nervously, obviously unsure of himself. ''Good. It's your turn to work now, da ze !'' The servant exclaimed happily. ''Copy each letter five times, it'll practice your writing.'' He instructed. He watched with a good eye as the boy nodded shyly and took he other nib. He smiled a little when the boy missed the little pot of ink. After he succeeded in inking his nib, the boy sharpened his eyes and almost glued his face to Yong Soo's alphabet sheet, sticking out his tongue a little. Yong Soo blinked at that. Mathieu stared at the letters a long time before bringing his nib to the blank sheet in front of him. Yong Soo's eyes widened in horror when he saw the child slowly, very slowly, began to copy the ''letters''. Said letters were, in fact, a blurry mess of misshaped lines that looked nothing like what he had written. The first set of letters were completed, then came the second set. Yong Soo was still voiceless. He could not believe it. At his age... was the child... ? His thoughts were interrupted by the boy's timid voice.

''Yo-Yong Soo ? ... hm... What's... what's the difference between this letter and this letter... I... I can't tell...'' He said very softly, greatly ashamed of himself.

''Huh ?'' Came Yong Soo's unintelligent reply. He blinked, still staring at Mathieu's mindless scribble. He lifted up his gaze to meet Mathieu's. Again, the boy's eyes were not quite meeting his own.

That was when it hit him.

The epiphany came upon himself like the hammer on the nail. In a flash, the Asian rose from his seat, and with such speed that the chair fell behind him. Mathieu jumped in surprise.

''Of course !'' Yong Soo screamed, almost sparkling in joy. ''It all makes sense, da ze !'' He had to keep himself from laughing, happy to finally understand.

The evasive gaze, falling off the stairs, hurting himself when playing, knocking things down, unable to read or write, his messy writing... and now this... The boy was as good as blind ! He needed glasses ! That was it !

''Mathieu ! I finally found out what-'' He was interrupted by three small knocks on the door. The maid entered and spoke up.

''Mister Bonnefoy wishes to see you, mister Im. He is in his study.'' The maid informed. Yong Soo sighed deeply, finding the timing of this maid exceedingly unnerving.

''Fine.'' He said rather harshly. ''Would you take care of Mathieu while I see the master ?'' He asked the maid, annoyed. The maid chose to ignore the rather dry tone of the man and smiled widely at his request.

''Yes, of course !'' She answered excitedly and instantly went to the boy side, asking him if he was hungry or if there was a game he wished to play. Yong Soo couldn't help but cease from his anger and smile at the scene. Without further ado, the tall man went to find his master.

As usual, Yong Soo made three polite knocks on the door. He was answered his a very harsh ''Come in !'' and swallowed hard, dreading what could be wrong. He entered the room and bowed.

''You asked for my-''

''Yong Soo ! Will I have to fire you ?'' Francis cut in.

''I-I beg your pardon, sir ?'' Yong asked, flabbergasted.

''For more than two weeks now you have not worked and have made ridiculous expenses on my behalf. This is unforgivable.'' Francis elaborated, deadpan. Yong Soo frowned deeply.

''I have been working, sir.'' He contested.

''Have you indeed ?'' The French mocked.

''Yes. I have been taking care of your son which, if I may remind you, should be your role.'' He said, putting great emphasis on the 'your's. Francis snorted.

''This little rat of an orphan is not my son, Yong Soo.'' He spit as if it was venom. At this point, Yong Soo saw red. Unable to control his anger, the man moved toward his master in blinding speed and gave the blond such a powerful punch that the other fell to the ground, speechless and with a bleeding nose. The aristocrat stayed fallen on the ground, unmoving and insulted to the point he wasn't even sure of what had just happened.

''Mathieu is not a rat ! He is a child, the sweetest that this country have ever beheld, and he is your child !'' Yong Soo screamed his lungs out. Francis said nothing. He just kept on looking at him, wide-eyed. ''Mister Bonnefoy... Francis.'' He corrected himself. ''When you took me in and accepted to give the job even though I was a homeless foreigner, I thought, that day, that you were a honourable man. More generous than he claims to be. Over the years, we became friends.'' He started, his voice slowly regaining a normal volume and tone. ''You were always the eccentric man, Francis, but now I do not call it eccentricity. I call it stupidity, dishonesty, selfishness... everything you claim to despise !'' He continued.

''I-I ... I'' Francis started weakly, still completely shocked and outraged.

''You don't seem to realize that you're making the biggest mistake of your life, Francis.'' Francis blinked. ''You are losing your son, Bonnefoy.'' At this, the French frowned, strangely not liking how that sounded. ''And you are losing him to me.'' Yong Soo laughed mockingly.

''... what ?'' Francis' voice came out strangely soft.

''I suggest you do something about that, or I will legally adopt Mathieu. I know he'd be glad to hear that. His true father hates him, after all, and the feeling is slowly becoming reciprocal.'' He explained, looking at the man in front of him with disdain. Francis stayed motionless, the blood dripping from his nose had stained his pale blue suit. He could care less. The pain of his nose could not beat the one he felt at his heart. Losing Mathieu ? Mathieu hates me ? He mentally snorted, trying to regain his composure. Why should I care ? But saying this to himself didn't lessen the pain in the least.

''It's time for you to take your responsibilities.'' Yong Soo continued, slowly walking up to his master and offered him his hand. ''And I am willing to help you.'' Yong Soo smiled. Francis took the hand and was helped up to his feet by his servant. He didn't say anything. His better judgement said him to refuse, but his heart kept him from opening his mouth. ''I have made an important discovery today.'' Yong Soo informed. Francis raised a curious brow. ''Apparently, Mathieu needs to see an optometrist. He can't see well.'' Francis raised his other brow.

''He-he can't see well ?'' He sounded much more worried than he had wanted to.

''Indeed he can't. You should go with him to the optometrist tomorrow.'' Yong Soo suggested. Francis immediately looked away, a little flush covering his cheeks.

''I shall not !'' He firmly protested.

''You will, sir.'' Yong Soo stated calmly.

''Yong Soo !''

''Or else !'' Yong Soo cut in rudely. ''I might just go and tell the world how you have gotten yourself a new family member.'' At this, Francis gritted his teeth angrily, his fists shaking in utter frustration. However, the man said nothing. What was there to be said or done anyways ? He was trapped. Yong Soo smiled in satisfaction and left the room without another word. When the door closed, Francis growled in rage and took the nearest thing in sight -an expensive chinese vase- and threw it to the wall. He panted, too angry to even breath normally. What had he gotten himself into ? This wasn't a simple matter of getting drunk, or fooling around with women -every nobleman did that- it was an illegitimate child ! If people found out... if they found out !

Francis fell to his knees. He massaged his temples. A vision of Mathieu's shy smiled appeared.

Of course, if people did indeed find out, not only would he lose all his prestige as a nobleman, but Mathieu's chances of having a respectable life would diminish considerably. Francis smiled. Yong Soo would never let that happen. He got up to his feat. He had nothing to be afraid of.

''I've been foolish enough to believe that Asian's threat...'' He laughed to himself and went to get himself changed. There was a masquerade tonight in the greatest brothel of Paris. He wouldn't miss that for anything in the world.

When evening came, the French put on his most extravagant outfit -a blood-red coat with white lace and black ribbons with an assorted tricorn- and his black cloak, black gloves and a venetian eye mask. He looked at himself in the mirror. Ah... he loved himself. So handsome, ravishing ! He laughed, taking the bottle of wine he had started earlier and drank it directly from the bottle, not wanting to be bothered with a glass. He then walked through the many rooms and halls of his estate so as to go the front door, in search of his carriage. As he opened one of the doors to the drawing room, the French was stopped by a soft, tiny voice coming from behind.

''What are you going to read to me tonight ?'' The voice asked happily. Francis turned around and saw the boy in Yong Soo's arms. They had just entered the room and did not seem to have noticed him yet.

''Hm... How about-''

Yong Soo stopped, seeing his Master. He frowned a bit, seeing that his Master was clearly going out tonight again. Mathieu blinked at Yong Soo's frown and followed his gaze to find the source of it. He let out a little gasp as he saw a darkly dressed, scary-looking masked man in front of them. Francis frowned deeply at the little boy's reaction. He slowly walked up to them, not a single word being exchanged. He stopped, barely a foot away from them. Mathieu was trembling, terrified at the stranger in front of him. Francis extended an arm and grabbed a strand of soft golden hair.

''Ah!'' Mathieu cried weakly as he jerked his head away and hid in Yong Soo's neck, crying softly. Francis stared, completely taken aback by the reaction. He felt his heart wringing painfully. He clenched his fist and turned around in a frantic, angry pace. He stopped again when his hand was on the doorknob. Not turning to face the two younger boys, Francis finally spoke up.

''Fine, I will go.'' And with that, the man left, slamming the door violently behind him. Mathieu jumped at the loud 'bam'. He looked up to the closed door, teary eyes wide opened.

''...m-mister Bonnefoy ?'' Mathieu asked in a timid voice. He hadn't recognized him until he heard his voice ! Mathieu's tears fell as he realized he must have made a capital offence to his father. He felt Yong Soo's kind hand in his hair. He turned to him and saw that the man was smiling widely, as if satisfied. Yong Soo kissed the boy's forehead.

''Let's go, it's getting late, da ze !''

Note: gfhjdkghjfkdhgjkdfh...OTL... I'm such a slow-mo writer ! Sorry about that ! I have to say... this took quite a bit long to write. I know I had promised more Francis in this chapter, but as I read what I had written, I was afraid I might be rushing things too much. So this chapter came up in between. I still wanted to write about the relationship that Yong Soo and Matthew are developing. n_n And yay ! We have a little progress on Francis' side too !

Soooo, had some of you guessed Matthew's problem (aka lack of glasses) ? I did try to let out some clues here and there... I tried not to make it too obvious either... did I fail ? I dunno...lol.

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