𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘆 [𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗰𝗸] ✓

5.2

5.2
[mark]
—

'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.

—

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:
♥️♥️

—

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.