Chapter 8

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  -In the morning-

I wake up to my alarm clock going off and I turn it off. I stretch in my bed then get up and pick out clothes for today:

These are what your wearing:

These are what your wearing:

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      Another new day, I thought and started on my routine

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Another new day, I thought and started on my routine. I check over my outfit and head downstairs and smell breakfast. "I smell...... eggs....... hash browns.........-" I gasp, "-french toast, yum," I say and head to the dining area and sit down at the table. Namjoon comes downstairs minutes later, with his uniform on and hair done.

      "Hey Namjoon oppa, why does it seem that you do your hair than most of the girls in our school," I say with a smile as he sits

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"Hey Namjoon oppa, why does it seem that you do your hair than most of the girls in our school," I say with a smile as he sits. He gives me a look as eomma hands us plates of food and we start eating. While we were eating, it dawned on me. Why is eomma at home?

"Hey eomma, why aren't you at work right now?" I asked and Namjoon looked up from his plate in realization. "Oh ye, I forget to tell you two, I got a promotion and my schedule changed, I don't need to go to work as early anymore, but now I leave after you guys do," eomma said and joined us at the table with her food.

Namjoon finished what he was eating and looked at eomma, "that's great news eomma, maybe we can celebrate after you're done with work today," he said. We all finished eating and Namjoon and I grab our bags and give hugs to eomma.

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