jungwoo sat on his bed. he felt sad. but not sad enough he could cry. or maybe he was too sad.
he saw texts from lucas on his phone from the other night. he decided to answer them.
jungwoo sorry i didnt answer, my mom was sick and i forgot to reply.
lucas its fine, i understand. are you coming to see me today?
jungwoo i dont think i'll be able to, sorry
lucas no dont worry, it isnt your fault! wanna talk over text?
jungwoo can i call you?
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"i feel scared. my momma is sick and i dont know what to do." jungwoo told lucas, holding his phone to his face.
"all she needs at the moment is your love and support, trust me. you should make her dinner." lucas suggested, and the older shrugged.
"i cant cook."
"how about you invite do-"
"who are you talking to, woo?" jungwoo's mom asked, walking into his room.
"no on- doyoung." jungwoo smiled, holding his phone close to his stomach.
"aww, let me say hello!" mom smiled widely as jungwoo ended the call.
"he needed to go," jungwoo nodded, as his mom sat on the bed.
"who were you talking too, woo," she said calmly with a small, hitting his knee lightly
"l-lucas."
"why couldnt you just tell me that?"
"because he isnt allowed to call me.."
"why would i care?" she laughed, shaking her head.
a/n short chapter because the next chapter is gonna be super sad
