- { 𝐱𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐒𝐀𝐃 }

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- { 𝐱𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐒𝐀𝐃 }

ONE WEEK LATER
8 PM

The time for my parents to come home was close.

It was only four days away.

I was excited they were coming home—but lately I hadn't been in the best of moods—well not exactly me, per say, but mister jeon. Since the night of our first date, he had been acting odd.

Odd as in looking pissed the fuck off whenever his phone chimed with a new text, or when his phone started ringing whenever we went to bed for the night.
But that wasn't all, my worry sky rockets when I find him gazing at me, looking pained and unsure. Asking him what was the matter was a no go, every time I did he would shake his head and refuse to answer—or distract me in the best of ways.

(Preferably with his mouth)

Other than that—I had been spending my time with Chimmy. The little boy never failed to make my heart swell with affection.

I loved them; Chimmy, Jay, and Mister Jeon.

A sad smile was on my face as I peeked out my bedroom window to see if Mister Jeon was still pacing in his room—phone to his ear.

He was.

Pulling my eyes back to my laptop screen, I finished sending in applications to the universities around the area.

Hearing my phone ring, I grabbed it and answered it without finding out who it was. "Hello?"

"Hey Perse," Jay greeted happily, "Have you finished your applications yet?"

Grinning I shut off my laptop, "Just got done!" I replied, "Have you?"

Last night when I was spending time with Mister Jeon, Jay and I had decided to send in our college applications. Last night was also the night Jay found out about Mister Jeon and me. Flushing at the memory of him finding the two of us in a compromising position. God, would I ever live that down? Bringing myself back to the present, I listen to Jay speak.

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