A Play Type of Day (Little Taeyong)

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Little: Taeyong
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Caregivers: NCT 127
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"Am I allowed to have some of that?"

"You're like three months old."

"Excuse me! The only baby in here is Yongie. Isn't that right bubbles?"

While Yuta was giving his reason to Jungwoo as to why he couldn't partake in the newly bought bottle of alcohol, Baby Taeyong sat with Doyoung on the couch.

The little made excited baby noises as he played with one of his caregivers.

"See, he said yes.", Jungwoo told Yuta.

"Go sit down."

"Meanie."

Jungwoo went to the living room.

Taeyong rolled over to him, landing on his lap.

"Hi bubbles. You are extra cute today."

Taeyong laughed, sitting up and reaching for Jungwoo's hair.

"Yongie don't pull his hair. It's already falling out from the hair dye.", Mark said, coming down the steps.

"Fight me.", Jungwoo replied.

"No time for fighting. Only time for preparing.", Doyoung said.

"Preparing for what?", Yuta asked.

"Haechan has discovered a very unique place. Well not really unique, it's at the SM building."

"What is it?", Mark asked.

"They're preparing for a new variety show, so they made this little indoor game area. Basically an adult sized park."

They all stared at Doyoung, even Taeyong.

"Why are you guys looking at me like that?"

"Why didn't you tell us sooner?! Come on 127! Let's take baby Yongie to the park!", Yuta yelled.

The members scrambled to get ready, as per Yuta's command.

Even baby Taeyong did his fastest waddles possible to go put on his favorite outfit.

Haechan spotted everyone running upstairs and asked Yuta what was going on.

"Did the police show up? Why is everyone hiding?"

"No one is hiding. We're getting ready to take Taeyong to that park you mentioned."

"Oh! Now? Well, let me get dressed too!"

The boys ran back to their rooms to get dressed.

Baby Taeyong was trying to put his clothes on when Mark walked in.

"I've come to raid your closet for t-shirts. I forgot to do laundry."

Taeyong, who was halfway stuck in his shirt, turned to Mark.

"Help.", he said calmly.

"I should take a photo first, you look hilarious."

Mark walked over and helped the baby get his arms through the shirt.

"Need anymore help before a steal your shirts?"

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