[EDITING] TOUCH | Nakamoto Yuta

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EaRLy sQuAD wHerE yOu ATTTTTTT

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"You alright hyung?" Dongyoung asked, holding him by the waist with his arm over the younger's shoulders.

Wincing, "Y-Yeah, just some cramps." He squeezed out, his right arm around his waist. They had just finished their last concert in Japan and getting off stage, he starting getting some bad cramps, at least, I hope they're cramps and not... that, and couldn't walk without assistance, the boneshaking pain hard to suppress.

Eventually, they made it up the floors of the elevators and into his hotel room which he shared with Donghyuck, who was already in their room packing his own things. The youngest turned his head as they entered. "Hey Hyuckie, can you sleep in Taeil hyung's and mine room tonight so I can take care of Yuta hyung?" Dongyoung asked.

"A-Ah, Doie, you don't have to, I can manage—" he began to stutter out, not wanting to have to trouble someone.

Donghyuck smile, zipping his suitcase up, "Of course hyungs, have fun~" The sunkissed male rolled his case passed them, disappeared out the door. Before popping his head back in, "Room 119?"

"Room 119." Dongyoung confirmed.

Donghyuck nodded, "Nice... like our song..." he mused as he walked away.

   Shaking his head, Dongyoung helped Yuta laud down, frowning as he watched him flinch in pain as he did so. He was starting to get worried, "cramps" don't last over ten minutes. "Hyung, are you sure you're alright?" He placed his hand on his forehead, "I think you might need to go to the hospital... what if your appendix ruptured?"

Yuta shook his head stubbornly, "N-No hospital..." he whispered, but he was worried he'd have to. Surely this can't just be cramps right? What if I'm having a... a miscarriage? He thought about it, he hasn't seen any blood though, so what can it be? His hips or waist, or whatever it was, was hurting like hell and he just wants it to stop. "F-Fuck Dongyoung—" the younger instantly had his attention on him. "Plans cancelled– Nngh- lets go tot he hospital. This hurts like hell." He groaned as he tried to sit up.

Dongyoung hurried to help him up, "I'll call the others and tell them—"

"No," he interrupted, looking sharply at the bunny like male, "Only tell the manager hyungs, we don't– don't need to stress out the others with my problems." Dongyoung begrudgingly agreed, texting one of their managers to drive them and not to tell the others.

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Knock knock knock

Dongyoung looked to Yuta who was curled up in pain on the hospital bed after they had took some blood samples and other checks, and went back to the door, open in it, greeted by a doctor, "Hello, I'm Dr.Terada." He greeted in korean, much to the shock of Dongyoung, who had been mentally preparing to talk in Japanese, being in, you know, Japan. In a Japanese hospital.

"Ah, hello, Kim Doyoung." He greeted as he stepped aside to let the doctor in. The doc looked over to where Yuta was miserably curled up.