also idk if I gave Jaemin a scent, it's espresso scent. Just FYI, it's not important or even mentioned in the story but just yeah
**i dunno medical terms so when you get there just know I said opening cuz idk what to put, asshole? Vagina? Cervix? He doesn't have those last two so I settled on just saying opening and asshole cuz eh**
***also I've never written something like this before so forgive me***
Warning: Graphic and unnecessary descriptions. Of what? You'll see but I can say that what you're guessing is probably right.
Please, leave comments, I love seeing y'all's reactions lmao
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November 22 2020
Sunday
09:16AM
"Can we go out to the shopping plaza?"
"But what if someone recognizes us?" Sicheng asked, he was apprehensive about the Japanese going to such a crowded place, especially since his bump was now visible, not even concealable by a large oversized hoodie.
Yuta tried to convince him, "We can wear caps and masks, and darker clothes! Pleeease," he whined, nuzzling his head against the Chinese's shoulder affectionally. "Jaemin hasn't explored the area much nor has he been able to spend time with me outside the apartment!" He stared at the Chinese with wide eyes, puppy eyes. He was willing to put aside his pride as a strong alpha to practically beg and make puppy eyes so they can go out for once.
"I..." Sicheng had to think long and hard, Gosh damn it. Why is he so.. so fucking cute!? No, I'm not going to be persuaded like this. He put his foot down, "No, it's too risky Yuta."
God damnit Sicheng— why am I even asking you to go out? Because the younger's scent made him feel safe and he didn't want to go out without him. Fucking hell. Sicheng was so adamant on not going out. There was only one thing he could think of that could possibly convince him otherwise... but he'll have to put down his pride, a lot of his pride.
He quietly prayed to himself –even if he isn't religious– before he unwrapped himself from the covers from where they were sitting against the headboard of their bed. He swung a leg on the other side of Sicheng's lap, straddling him. The Chinese was surprised, but didn't say anything, watching him with interest. The Japanese leaned forward, hands placed on the taller's chest as he ran his nose beneath the Chinese's sharp jawline, trailing up to his ear, giving it a small lick before quietly whimpering, "Please alpha? I'll be good for you."
No, they didn't fuck, get your mind out the gutter
Just a quick blowjob
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12:38PM
"Woah, can we go to that store? The clothes look good there!" The younger said, pointing excitedly at a clothes store. Looking over, Yuta said sure, linking arms with the younger and the three of them headed in. Sicheng walked behind the two, looking around as he himself haven't been to this plaza in a while so he doesn't know much about it.
Thankfully, when they left the house, they all wore their caps and masks, Yuta even tucking his hair into the cap. To set the scene, the eldest wore black loose jeans, a black oversized hoodie that's sleeves ran a bit past his hands giving him sweater paws no matter how many times he denies it, and a zip up black windbreaker on top; Jaemin wore an identical cap and mask, similar black jeans, and a white hoodie; Sicheng had on blue jeans and a white T-shirt, the default clothing as some would say this fit is called, along with his own white masks and cap, contrary to the siblings' black ones.
When they told Jaemin that they'll be going out together, the beta was ecstatic and hurriedly rushed from the motel he was staying at nearby to meet them. Jaemin has been in Korea for nearly a whole month and has greatly improved in the language, which surprised Sicheng as they made small talk as Yuta was finding clothes for himself to wear that made him look, less, pregnant; the eldest settled on the black clothing as depth doesn't exist with black clothing, well... from most angles you could see he was carrying but more or less you couldn't tell how far, so good job on the clothing's part.
It had been a five to ten minute walk from their apartment to the plaza, and they've been shopping and looking around for around an hour now; Sicheng is a tad bit surprised the elder hasn't complained about ' standing or walking for too long'; and honestly, so is Yuta. The Japanese, today he just felt high spirited, maybe it's because he's getting to go out with his little family; or maybe it's from swallowing that load of c—
"Sicheng-hyung!" Said person turned to see Jaemin holding out a black leather jacket with a white shirt with small black polka dots that lined that inside and the cuffs and lined the zipper edge, making it appear that you'd be wearing two pieces of clothing instead of one. The ravenet held it up to Sicheng chest, making a satisfied face. Jaemin turned to Yuta, gesturing to the Chinese, "Sex-xy~"
Yuta's loud laughed could be heard as it drowned out the sound of Sicheng choking on air at the sudden compliment. Jaemin said to him, wiggling his eyes brows, "Hyung, you should buy it. You would look sexy!"
Sicheng rolled his eyes, grabbing the jacket from the younger, I mean.. it does look goo– "Holy fuck." Yes he's an idol and gets paid, he has the money, but holy crap. There's no way on earth I'm spending three hundred on this— I'll get the stylist to buy it with the company card-
He made note of the brand and tag as he put it back on the rack. Sicheng looked at the time on his phone before suggesting to the two of them, "How about we grab something to eat? We didn't eat any lunch or breakfast earlier." The two nodded enthusiastically, already pointing out where they wanted to go, Sicheng didn't mind where they went so he let the two Japanese decide, they bickered in rapid fire Japanese so he couldn't even guess where it'd be. But all he knew was that it was nice hanging out like this; if you told him one year ago that he'd be getting along with the Japanese idol, he'd had laughed in your face and punched you on the way out. But now, he wouldn't change anything; but sometimes, change happens when you least expect it.
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Heads up I didn't edit the follow segment as I found it cringe lol, the rest it edited tho
12:56
[BREAKING!!!] The Truth About Kpop Group Member of NCT 127's Nakamoto Yuta's Absence (Shocking!)
Submitted by an anonymous reader, pictures of the Japanese idol have been leaked.
For the past five months Yuta has been absent from NCT 127's NeoZone's repackaged album, The Final Round, following a statement from SM Entertainment saying it was due to health issues. Fans believes it to be a broken bone or an injury of the sorts, we did too until these photos came in. Be prepared for the shocking news!
Surprise!
These first few photos were taken with time in between, four week more or less in between.
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These photos were taken at a hospital. Seems completely normal as he has an 'injury', correct? Wrong! This is indeed a hospital! But it's the maternity ward. And he's not there for a mate!
It is seen that the alpha himself is carrying– an alpha? How strange! But look for yourself!
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That's right, Nakamoto Yuta is expecting. A pregnancy such as this has never been documented before. You've heard of few alpha women carrying, but never male alphas as they, unlike the other sub-genders, don't have wombs or the correct reproduction system to do so.
This is leading fans to believe this pictures are indeed not photoshopped and his hiatus is due to this sudden pregnancy.
What do you think about this? Leave a comment down below!
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The Chinese omega laughed hysterically as she read the article and the comments under it; it was going just as how she was planning. Her roommate and groupmate Minnie looked at her strangely from where she sat on her bed. But the Thai girl let her be, not wanting to get involved in whatever shenanigans she's up to.
Now that Yuta is being criticized online he'll no longer be accepted, because who would think an alpha that's carrying as right? It was disgusting. Their companies will force them apart amd make him quit! And I can finally make my move!
As she filled her head with little fantasies, she accidentally refreshed Twitter, she was about to find the same article when she noticed something that made her blood run cold.
1::00PM
[BREAKING!!!] Leaked Footage of NCT 127's Nakamoto Yuta and WayV's Winwin Released Alongside Photos
An anonymous user on Twitter by the user @.252123914 just seconds after the publishing of this article, posted, leaking a video of a sex tape; what's so important about that? It's of Nakamoto Yuta, an alpha, and Dong Sicheng, also an alpha.
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What shocks fans was the fact that both males are alphas, and multiple photos posted alongside the video showed pictures of the two leaving their apartments and going to the maternity ward together.
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What do you guys think of this? Thoughts on Yuta's pregnancy?
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1:10PM
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1:17
Yuta was drinking a milkshake, talking with Jaemin about childhood stories when Sicheng smacked his arm. "Hey! Why'd yo—"
He turned to the taller who's eyes were wide in shock, holding out his phone. "Look." Confused, Yuta took the phone, reading whatever was there. His blood ran dry as he read the articles. He was about to say something when Sicheng took back his phone, changing the screen to twitter and handing it back, saying, "We need to go, now."
"Wh–" It was a picture of the three of them, sitting and enjoying their drinks as they've been doing for the past few minutes. Someone, is fucking watching us. He looked up, looking out the window; the street usually had quite a bit of people roaming, but now... the streets seemed flooded. Why— how do we even leave with people seeing us? They know what we look like! How in the world– ack! His hands shook as he felt the stress building up, thoughts running wild, and if things couldn't get worse, his muscles tensed for a bit, feeling the bane of his existence since a week ago, the Braxton Hicks. What great timing.
Seeing the elder flinch and suddenly place a hand on his stomach, Sicheng asked in worry as he wrapped an arm around him, "Are you alright?"
Yuta nodded, "Y-yeah, just the Hicks again." Seeing as he was fine, the three got up, pulling up their masks and lowering their caps and quietly walked out the door. They kept to the sides of the buildings, under the shadows, but at last, someone spotted them.
"There! They're over there!"
Yuta hears Jaemin curse under his breath, clearly having understood that. Turning to look over his shoulder, his scent spiked in fear at the large crowd coming at them. Sicheng held him close as they continue walking, though a bit faster than before. The false contractions made him stutter in his step every once in a while, the small ting of pain a bother.
From this fastly decreasing distance, he could hear fans (ex-fans?) throwing insults;
"Fucking excuse for an alpha!"
"You're a disgrace to the alpha race!"
"The child'll be the devils spawn!"
"What a bitch, literally!"
Though most were directed at him, Sicheng also wasn't immune to these vulgar words.
"How could you have fucked such a disgusting person?"
"Sicheng you failed as an alpha!"
"Does fucking an alpha raise your pride?"
"What you've done is disgusting!"
Jaemin was the only one not being insulted, as no one knew who he was. He couldn't understand most of the words, the insults, but from the tone and the way his hyung's scent spiked and Sicheng was gritting his teeth, it wasn't anything positive.
It didn't take long for them to be crowded, Sicheng and Jaemin shielding Yuta between them. The elder was shaking in distress, the stress of the situation heighten. As Jaemin was shoving people away, trying to create some sort of distance between them and the crazed fans, Sicheng took notice of Yuta, his shaking. He pulled the other's nose to his neck, hoping to calm and comfort him with his scent; the elder's hands came up to grip his shirt, but no amount of his comforting citrus scent could calm him.
Yuta didn't know what to do, the stress wasn't going down, the yelling crowd and their overwhelming amount of different scents made him queasy. And the pup moving and intensifying Braxton Hicks weren't helping the situation. F-fucking hell, this is not the time for these shitty hicks or whatever they are. Slowly, while still crowded, yelling in their ears, they made it far enough to be at Zhong Bakery.
Inside said bakery, an alpha and beta couple walked out from the back with their small child only to find a riot(?) outside their store. Chenle turned to looked out the window at the crowd, more specifically the three being pushed up to the window, and he recognized two of them! He tugged on the shirt of his father, who was calling the police –because what the fuck is happening?– and his mother pulled him away so he told his mother, "Mama! Mama! That's the sick man I helped I told you about! That's his mate! Help them!"
The beta looked over, and realized just how in distress the smallest of the three was and as a mother, instantly became concerned. "Okay Lele, stay here with Baba." She walked up to the window where the three were struggling, she knocked on the glass, gaining the attention of the one wearing a white hoodie, who looked at her confused. She pointed to the door only a few feet away from them. He seemed to understand as he tapped the tall brunet and grabbed the one wearing black's hand. It took a minute before she could open the door, and ushered the three inside and locked the door before any of this crowd tried to squeeze in. She spoke to the three in korean, "Are you three okay? What happened?"
The ravenet spoke to her as the alpha held the, other alpha... An alpha? That's pregnant? How unusual. Hm. How nice for them. "Thank you ms for helping us." The beta bowed and she noticed the accented and the simple and formal choice of words he used. Chenle didn't recognize him, perhaps he's foreign? He's looks korean to me though... hm.
"Ah it's fine, it's fine, are you guys okay—" She was cut off by a whimper in pain behind them, and as someone who's gone through it herself, she rushed to the Japanese alpha, "Are you hurt–"
"N-no, just braxton." He muttered out. Why is it stronger this time? It's the stress isn't it?
Noticing the yelling and banging on the windows of the shop, she took them to the back room, away from the prying eyes and cameras, her husband stay in up front on the phone and incase something happens. Sitting on the couch in the room, Jaemin kept peeking his head out, only getting the same results of people banging on the windows, phones pointed and yelling like madmen. Fuck, hyungs in pain and so much stress fuck, he needs to go home... how though...
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.
Yuta leaned against Sicheng, his head heavy on his shoulder. The taller got out his phone, quickly texting Taeil what was happening, as well as texting Dongyoung and Taeyong the same. When the elevator dinged and open, he didn't hesitate to help the Japanese into their apartment.
It had been around ten minutes since his water broke, he was sweating, panting, and panicking –and uncomfortable as his pants were wet and that's never comfortable, but that's the least of his problems. Being in a familiar environment, no noise, no unfamiliar scents, just his and Sicheng's, calmed him, and he began to relax... until he felt another contraction. "F-fucking hell!"
"I'm going to call Taeyeon Noona and an ambulance." Sicheng said as he helped him to lay down on their bed.
Yuta was about to answer when another contraction came and he felt a pressure from the inside of his asshole. From instincts alone, he knew this pup was coming out soon, two or three months too early. "C-call her! This pup isn't fucking waiting."
Nodding, the Chinese took out his phone, Fuck it, I'm calling an ambulance first, then Taeyeon. He dialed the emergency number as he got up, grabbing some towels in case the ambulance doesn't arrive in time, and to keep their bed relatively clean. It took two rings until the call was picked up, "9-1-1 what's—"
"My mate's water broke like ten minutes ago and says the pup is coming soon– like soon. We need a ambulance to come over– and please send some police as well, the door of our apartment building is currently swamped." He immediately said, not waiting for the miss to finish her line. Grabbing the towels he made his way back to the bedroom where Yuta was pantsless, panting and whimpering.
The operator could tell he was tense, "Okay sir, please stay calm, for you and your mate. Can you tell me where you're at?"
"Uh Yes Yes, XXY Street, XA District— Ah can you get doctor Kim Taeyeon from YX hospital in the ambulance?" He requested, grabbing Yuta's hand who immediately gripped it.
"Of course... sir, are you with your mate right now?"
"Yes," No shit I am, why the fuck wouldn't I be?
"Can you check to see how many centimeters his opening is at?"
Stepping back a bit, he looked between the Japanese's shaking thighs, bypassing his dick to his ass. So this is how guys give birth without a vagina... interesting... He isn't good with measurements so from what he can see, "Uh, I don't know, I don't have a ruler on hand, but looking at it, possibly nine, ten centimeters?" He came back up to sit close beside Yuta, holding his hands.
"That'll be a bit of a problem, we might not make it in time. I want you to stay close to your mate and keep him as calm as you can. If he needs to push, tell him he should." After a bit more talking, he hung up, needing to be focused on Yuta.
Yuta gripped Sicheng's hand harder than he thought he was, the contractions painful and he sure the baby was well in the birth canal. The taller's free hand came to his white hair, soothing him a bit until something changed.
He looked up to meet Sicheng's brown eyes, his own were wide as he said, "Sicheng-Ah... I.. I have to push..." He was frightened, the younger could see that and he moved his hand to stroke his belly,
"Do it then, Yuta. You can do it." He leaned down, giving him a peak on the temple before getting up, letting go of his hand and the Chinese found himself between his legs; thought this time it was not to fuck, but instead to see his son into this world. And it just dawned on him, This is actually happening. I knew it'd happen, but not this soon.
Yuta, not knowledgeable or experienced enough about the art of shitting— birthing a human being, let his instincts guide him. When he felt the next contraction, he pushed, the same feeling of when you're shitting a big one. He gasped sharply feeling a stretch of pain, similar to the pain of when Sicheng would first enter him.
Perhaps now is not the time to think about that though.
He took a shaky breath before he repeated, pushing during the pulsing contractions, more pain searing through his lower half. And he heard Sicheng gasp.
Now, Sicheng has watched those childbirth videos in the seventh grade in health class, but seeing it in person was a whole new experience. In the midst of the shaky groans and shaking thighs, Sicheng looked down, seeing the top of the head of the little pup. He got a bit closer, grabbing one of Yuta's hands, his own immediately getting crushed and he winced, but didn't say anything as he's sure this small pain is nothing compared to his mate's.
Having a hand to grip, Yuta abused that hand, squeezing much harder than he intended but oh well. Pain burned at his hole, Taeyeon you fucking liar, you said Renjun was small, this does not fucking feel like it! One shot of pain in particular made him see white for a second, and he heard Sicheng saying, "Holy shit." Both concerned and worried, he reached down to feel what was going on. His finger bumped into flesh sooner than it should've and he was confused until he realized.
"Ah- Sicheng, is t-that the head?!" His looked at him bewildered.
"Yeah, now focusing on pushing and it'll be over soon, the ambulance should be here soon, and so will Taeyeon Noona." Sicheng encourages him. Nodding, he was hit with another contraction from hell.
It took at least another seven pushes until Sicheng was soon holding their small son in his hands. At first it was quiet, the only sound being Yuta's heavy breathing, the elder looked up, "I-is he a-ali—"
If the sudden, loud wailing was anything to go by, yes, yes he was. For a second they didn't know what to do, they sat there in wonder and awe. That was until Yuta realized something, and with weak strength took off his hoodie, leaving him naked. Sicheng saw that Yuat struggled a bit with taking of the clothing but couldn't help as he was holding their son that was covered in some disgusting fluids and a bit of blood. Using one of the towels he brought, he carefully patted down the newborn —that's still wailing like his life depends on it. He also realized the umbilical cord was still connecting the father (mother?) and son, so he ignored that and was careful.
Finally getting the fabric off, his white hair a bit messed up now, he called out to the taller, seeing the small baby, "Pa... Pass him over." Sicheng looked up from the baby, getting what he was going to do and nodded, gently placing the pup on his chest and arms. Yuta, a little unsure, nudged the small baby towards his left nipple, who immediately latch on, making his gasp, the sensation so strange and foreign. Much different then when Si— not the time Yuta, not, the time.
Looking at the the newborn's– Renjun. Looking at Renjun's little face, he felt a bit emotional, and, embarrassing enough, began crying a bit, gently stroking his little cheeks with feather like touches.
Sicheng watched the two with the fondness of a new father, only faintly registering the incoming sirens outside. Putting down the towel that he was wipping his hands with, he moved to the side of the bed, leaning over to wipe Yuta's thin stream of tears, planting a soft peck on his lips.
You know, it was a beautiful moment, truly.
But of course beautiful moments don't last forever. A loud knock was heard on the front door; Sicheng instantly became alert and alarmed, he hastily threw one of the big towels over the Japanese's private's and legs before he left to answer the door –the elder's laugher coming from the room, amused by his action.
The first person he sees when he opens the door is Taeil, beside him Dongyoung, behind them EMCs with a stretcher. He bowed a bit in greeting, opening the door wider, taking the EMCs to their room –as much he disliked other people in their room, he'll have to put up with it, tsk– and finally spoke with the managers as the workers shifted Yuta and Renjun onto the stretcher.
Taeil was the first to speak, "Yah! What the hell happened? I saw the news and then I get your text like an hour later that Yuta was in fucking labor and there's police outside controlling a crazyass crowd—"
Before the elder could finish ranting his worries, Dongyoung cut him off, covering his mouth with his hand. "We can deal with the media later. How's Yuta? The kid?"
Sicheng scratched the back of his head, "Exhausting, a bit disgusting honestly, newborns are ickier than I remember them being in the videos in seventh grade." He said, "And Yuta, he's-" The said male was being rolled out the room, a cleaner one of those medical blankets covers him and the baby, and out the apartment, Sicheng instantly left the two elders to follow the EMCs and his mate.
It a minute or two before they were out in the sunlight, the stretcher being loaded into the ambulance, it wasn't Yuta's first time in one so he wasn't very nervous. Taeyeon was waiting inside, and instantly greeted him, "Yuta, how're you feeling?"
"Tired, a little overwhelmed honestly." He admitted, moving his hair from his eyes.
Taeyeon leaned forward to take the newborn who was resting on his chest, wanting to get a good look at him and clean him off properly, but Yuta growled, she have an awkward smile and said, Okaaaaay... let's do that at the hospital then..."
"Sorry, just, eh..." he apologized to her.
Outside Sicheng and the two managers were right behind him. It was chaos, there seemed to be a dozen officers keeping a crowd away from the apartment and ambulance, one bigger than which had initially followed them here. Looking around he spotted Jaemin sitting on the curb, a lollipop in his mouth. The beta looked around, spotting him and instantly getting up. The younger asked about his brother, "Is Yuta hyung already? The baby? What happened?"
Sicheng pointed towards the ambulance, "We're going to the hospital in a minute, they're both alright. Can you ask Dongyoung to take you with him when he follows us?" He asked Jaemin, knowing not many people can come in the ambulance.
The teen nodded and then went off to bug the manager about it. He looked to the crowd that was being watched by the police, most of them having their phones out— Are those fucking reporters? What the fuck is wrong with people? Rolling his eyes, he gave the large camera pointed at him the finger and stalked off to the ambulance, situating himself beside Taeyeon and the medical staff, grabbing Yuta's hand that wasn't holding their son and held it between both of his hands.
It's only two thirty, and yet, so much has happen today.
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Thoughts?
I was gonna say something about like I'm not knowledgeable in something or don't follow anything from this book but I forgot what I was gonna say....
So yeah, that right there was 5k of ~drama~
So yeah, took me less time than I thought, but this chapter progressed quick quickly tho... I hope it wasn't too weird the time skips and shit or the POV changes
Anyways love y'all 💚