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now playing singularity (cover) - bts, chloe moriondo
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3 R D P E R S O N P O V
Y/n was in the middle of watching Seonghwa chug three cups of milk in under a minute as a dare when her phone beeps. She examines her screen; it's a text from Chan.
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from: punching bag
punching bag
mom's on her way home, come back now
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Y/n frowns at the screen. Yeesh, she thinks. What's got his panties in a twist?
With a sigh, the transfer student rises gracefully. "I gotta go, guys," she laments. Everyone groans in protest, simultaneously. San frowns, giving her large puppy eyes.
"Are you sure you can't stay?" he pleads, clasping his hands. Y/n shakes her head. San puffs out his chest in response; "Then let me walk you home."
"I don't live far," the girl counters as she grabs her shoes from the shoe rack. "I'll be fine." Mingi rises from his spot on the other couch and opens the front door, nodding his head and giving a soft smile.
"Thank you for coming over and helping with everything," he thanks. Y/n smiles and waves her hand.
"Don't worry about it. Thank you for having me over, Mingi." She placed one foot outside the house and immediately a chorus of good-byes and see-you-tomorrows was struck up by the group, San and Wooyoung being the loudest. "Bye everyone!" she calls out in final passing.
Y/n begins her journey home, noticing how quiet the streets grew the more she neared her home. When she finally reaches her front door, the highschooler fishes out her keys and jiggles them into the lock, swinging open her door. "I'm home!" she yelled into the house. Chan appears from the top of the stairs.
"How was it?" he asks as he peers down at her; she makes her way upstairs, passing him quickly and entering her room. She goes to her dresser to grab pajamas, unfolding a pair of bottoms.
"It was good; Mingi and I made food for everyone, and then we played truth or dare," she comments, examining a loose t-shirt.
"How many people were there?" Chan asks, leaning on her bedroom door frame.
