(woozi's view)
"do you want me to go check on her?" i asked.
"sure, please tell her to come downstairs too for dinner." her mom replied back. i nodded and headed downstairs to her bedroom door. i gently knocked. she didn't answer. knocked again. still no answer. i slowly opened the door and saw her laying down on her bed.
"what?" y/n said while still looking up at the ceiling.
"you need to come downstairs, your mom is worried about you." i said fiddling with my sweater paws.
"if she's worried about me, why are you here?" she said sitting up.
"because i- i mean because your mom told me to tell you that dinner was ready." i said looking down, woozi what the heck is wrong with you? i then headed out of the room and closed the door. i fanned my face.
"dam, she's scary." i muttered to myself.
