Chapter 1

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You were scrolling through your phone when suddenly your mother's boisterous shout was heard.

"Y/N-AH~ SOMEONE'S AT THE DOOR!", yelled your mom as she was busy baking the lasagna that was going to be eaten later.

You groaned as you stood up and wore your slippers to go get the door.

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"Uhmm, H-Hey! I'm M-Mark and we're new here in this village and my mom asked me to bring you guys this since its the Christmas eve", the handsome brown-haired male said while stuttering as he gave a weaved basket full of friuts and threw a cheeky smile at me that looked like he was forced and humiliated to do this. Cute i thought.

"Uhm, Thanks! I'm y/n by the way and-----". You were cut of by your mom wearing an apron as she stood beside you.

"Well seems like you finally made a friend", your mom stated as she eyed the boy in front of the door.

"Well are'nt you Mrs. Lee's son? Hi i'm (mom's name) but you can call me Mrs. ( l/n ) and this is my daughter. Oh! Is this for me? Awww thank you and tell your mom i said hi and welcome to the neighborhood!" Your mom said making it very awkward between the two of you as she left you and the boy by the door.

"Weeeeell i'm sorry about that. My mom is just... really like that but thanks for the basket!", as you were about to close the door your mom yelled at you once more.

"Y/N, ASK THEM IF THEY WANT TO COME HERE FOR DINNER AT 7", before fully closing the door you hesitated to open the door once again to ask Mark.

"Hey! Mark right? Well my mom asked if you guys wanted to come for dinner?", you shouted as he was already standing on his house's porch.

The boy quickly ran to you to confirm if he heard your offer correctly.

"Sorry what again? You want us to come at your place?"

"Um yea for dinner"

"I'm not sure. We have'nt
un-boxed our stuff yet but i'll go ask my dad first then maybe i can give you a call about it", the male said as he wrote down his number on a paper he found in his pocket.

He quickly gave you the ink-stained paper as he ran to his house.




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