[EDITING] TOUCH | Nakamoto Yuta

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okay, spoiler, we ain't getting the drama I originally planned, the BIG BIG DRAMA coming next chapter-
I thought the build would just 1k words long and then the big drama, but then the build is now almost 2k words so- I'm leaving the big drama for next chapter, sorry to disappoint 🤡

eARLY sQUAD, wHASSSUP

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   "Yuta, you need to take it easy on stage!" Dongyoung hissed at him when they were alone in the changing room, having entered the room knowing Yuta would be the last to finish changing. "That baby could come literally any day, and you're way too energetic for your own good." The younger shook his head as he began to strip from his fancy clothing.

   Yuta sighed, having already had this talk with the Korea dozens of times, "I know, I know," he mumbled, unbuttoned his white shirt. "It's just... I get so, excited and feel so alive when we're on stage, you know? Like, it's as if all my problems disappear and I can do anything." He said, amd Dongyoung nodded, knowing the feeling just as well.

"But Yuta, you need to control yourself. Exercise can induce labor, and we don't need your giving birth in the middle of a concert or concert rehearsal." Dongyoung scolded, "So please try not to jump and run around so much."

"I..." tugging on his hoodie, he didn't know what to say, mostly embarrassed by how easily the younger talked about him... giving... birth. In case you haven't realized it, Yuta isn't really, in tune with the fact that he's a hybrid and can indeed birth a child. The only people's he's ever openly talked about this with we're his parents, but even then he's all but forgotten about that part of him after years of minimal contact with them. "I'll... do my best Doie.

Tucking his shirt into his jeans, Dongyoung nodded at him, "I hope so, hyung, I'm saying this for your own good and the baby's, okay?"

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"Chicago... Ah, home sweet home." Johnny exclaimed with a content sigh as he slumped in his seat on the bus.

After getting his own suitcase in place, Yuta sat in the seat beside the elder. "How does it feel to be home Youngho-hyung?" He asked.

Switching his glaze from out the window of the airport to his Japanese friend, "It feels so refreshing! Like, we've been in America and around for over a mont or two, and I always felt so close yet so far from home..." he sighed, a smile tweaking his lips. "It's like the itch has been scratched."

Yuta giggles seeing the elder with a seemingly drunken smile, enjoying how he describe behind him his home city. Behind them Donghyuck asked the American, "Hyung, are we stopping first by your parents like last time?" He asked.

Johnny's smile seem to stretch ear to ear, "We are actually! We should be there in thirty minutes. Ahhh I can't wait to see them again."

"Oh, me too! I can't wait!" Donghyuck said, finally sitting back in his seat. "Johnny-hyung's mom can really cook!"

"Is it better than your mom's cooking?" Jungwoo asked, leaning over from his seat into the aisle.

Donghyuck tongue poked his cheek, he ticked his head arms crossing, his black short sleeved shirt showing off his sun kissed skin, "Aish... I can't comment on that one." The staff and members erupted in laughter at the youngest's comment.