5.2

                                    

                                          
5.2
[mark]
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'mom? why are you calling?' i ask picking up the phone. i hear some shuffling trough the phone. 
                          
'i'm coming home,' the woman says. my eyes widen. 'really? like, right now?' i ask. 'yes. i'm in a taxi right now, i'm home in half an hour.' 
                          
a smile finds its way on my face. 'can i introduce you to someone?' i ask. 'yes, i have to go now, i'll see you in a bit.' 'okay, see you!' 
                          
i stop the call and smile. my mom is coming home, finally. 
                          
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mark:
hyuck, my mom is coming home
                          
hyuckie:
omg really?!
                          
that's amazing!!
                          
mark:
can you come too?
                          
i want you to meet her
                          
hyuckie:
oh, idk if that's a good idea
                          
mark:
why?
                          
hyuckie:
maybe she doesn't like me
                          
mark:
maybe she will
                          
hyuckie:
wow, you are good in giving a pep talk
                          
mark:
don't judge pls, you know i'm bad with words
                          
hyuckie:
what time do i need to come over? 
                          
mark:
uhm, idk, at three?
                          
hyuckie:
okay, i'll be there
                          
mark:
really?
                          
hyuckie:
yeah of course, i know it's important to you♥️
                          
mark:
uwu, your the cutest♥️
                          
hyuckie:
                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
                          

mark:
♥️♥️
                          
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i smile at my phone. this boy will be the death of me. 
                          
i decide to clean the house a bit before my mom comes home. before i know it i hear the doorbell ring. 
                          
i nervously walk to the front door and rest my hand on the doorknob. i hesitate before opening it. what if i changed too much for her liking.