[✔️] Hazy Memories | YuWin

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   It was then he thought of it.

   "Hyung, give me your windbreaker." He held out his hand, waiting. Sicheng was about to question him when Yuta just shrugged it off, he could care less about why his brother needed it. Taking it, Jaemin put it on, zipping it up to hide his white hoodie. He fixed his cap and tucked his hair inside it as well. It took Sicheng a second to realize what he was doing; if you weren't looking closely at his face –which would be hard with the mask– you could easily mistake Jaemin for Yuta. Meaning... "Jaemin, no, you're not going out there—"

   "I will. You, take hyung home." Adjusting the jacket, he made sure the mask he was wearing was covering him well before walking out from the room.

"Yah– Jaemin-ah!" Yuta realized what was happening and his eyes widen, standing up and was about to go after him when he felt a small burst in him, followed by the crotch of his pants becoming soaked. A liquid flowed from his arse down his leg as he froze. No- it's far too early for that!

Seeing the other suddenly freeze, Sicheng got up, placing a hand on his waist as he looked at him, "Yuta?"

The elder's voice shook as he spoke, his eyes wide in fear, "I-I-I think my... my water b-broke.." Sicheng's eyes were equally as wide, he hugged the scared alpha, pulling him to his chest. Yuta now knew why the braxton were so strong and painful; they weren't braxton hicks, not false contradictions, they were contractions.

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Stepping away from the room he went up to the front, keeping his head down, and wrapped his arms around his stomach, but more so hovering over his stomach. He heard the Chinese woman call out to him, "Hey! Why don't you go to the back, it'd be better! The police will be here in ten minutes!"

He turned to turn, amd she realized it wasn't Yuta, "I will," he gestured to the crowd, not sure of the word in korean, he made pushing motions with his hand, "-them away." The woman looked concerned but nonetheless nodded. He waved to the kid that had been watching him. The woman followed him to the door, to lock it behind him.

Keeping the cap's brim low and mask up, he unlocked the door, and stepped out, the screaming and insults incomprehensible to his ears as he stepped out, turning the opposite direction of the apartment, speed walking and having to carefully push through the crowd who followed him relentlessly. Is this what Yuta and his group, and Sicheng and his deal with when they go out? Minus the insults, of course. He couldn't help be feel a bit bitter, Can't people respect boundaries? What's the need to crowd and surround for a picture of fricking lowass quality if you could stand farther away and get a clear picture? He shook his head and for the next ten minutes he was being constantly swamped by people, someone even had the audacity to try and hit him in the stomach with their umbrella! Had it been Yuta here and not him, he'd be sure the elder would've been too overwhelmed to be able to reflect it like he had with his arm. He can only hope Sicheng and Yuta were able to make it back to the apartment, or perhaps the hospital; Yuta didn't look too hot back there.

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The contractions have only gotten worse by the time they stumbled into the elevator of their apartment building. The building's security guards had to keep out the small crowd of fans who seemed more out for Sicheng's blood rather than Yuta, seeing as they didn't follow Jaemin.