Once Mark had dropped off Jackson, Bambam, and Yugyeom at their own homes, he finally pulled into his own driveway.

He still couldn't understand how he was the only one who remained sober at his own party, but he was also the most responsible of the 6.

He reached his front door to find a small ripped piece of notebook paper, taped to his door. The handwriting on it was quite neat and the words were perfectly aligned like they had been typed instead of written.

He pulled it off of the door and took it inside to read. It was a short little note.

Hello,
Did you just move here?

How long are you going to
stay?

I think your puppy
is really cute.

-Youngjae

Mark read the message carefully. Who was Youngjae? Could it have been that boy across the street who was watching Coco bark from the window?

Mark went into the living room and looked out the front window to the house across the street. There was no sign of that barefooted boy.

Maybe... He should write back...

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Okay hey y'all. So I got a shot today at the doctors and I freaking passed out. And my arm also hurts like shit so yeah I'm just not good today :,)

Ps. PLEASE GO READ MY HUNHAN FIC ITS RLLY CUTE I PROMISE YOU