TOUCH | Nakamoto Yuta

19

Early squad, Hey

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*i don't want to spoil the chapter but just know, Warning.*

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"Dongyoung." Yuta called out in a whisper.

"Dongyoung." He said a bit louder.

"Mm...?" The younger hummed as he flipped over, rolling onto his left side to face the Japanese, but keeping his eyes closed. It's been a long day today and they only got checked in to the hotel a couple of hours ago, and finally laying down how the korean pass out instantly.

"How many months has it been?" Yuta asked the younger as they laid in their separate beds, late at night in their hotel room in Chicago.

Half awake, the taller replied with closed eyes, humbling, "Long it's been? Since what...?"

"Since our first win for Kick It." He asked quietly, feeling still too awkward to directly say what he wanted to ask. A sliver of moonlight mixed with the city lights slipped into the room through a crack in the curtains.

   Dongyoung, though half asleep, knew exactly what he meant. "Nine months... it'll be any day now. Why?"

   Hearing the elder shift in his bed, the bed creaking slightly, he opened his eyes to find the Japanese looking at him with an uneasy worried face, the gray moonlight casting a light across his eyes, "I just... don't have a good feeling about tomorrow's concert."

🎭

   After their first song of the concert and member intros finished, they were lowered down below, to change into their next clothes. As he moved quickly to change, being urged by gentle pushes of staff speaking through radios to get them where they need to be, he couldn't help but feel tense, he didn't know why. He also found himself to be more jittery, fidgeting with his clothes of mic, flinching slightly when a staff would laid a hand on his shoulder or back to guide him to the right direction. He shook his head with a sigh as he got into formation on the big rising platform besides the other members.

   The beat began as they got risen up, the screams of the fans making its way through his in-ears. He forced himself to forget about his worries, to concentrate, but he knew that this show, he has to be careful.

🎭

   As the concert progressed, Dongyoung glances over to Yuta, who was walked around, waving to fans with a huge smile. Dongyoung raise a brow, usually, every concert, he'd have to scold the elder quietly to not run around and jump so much. Shrugging it off, lad the elder was finally listening, he joined Taeyong and Jungwoo who were having fun playing around with the cameras.

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   Something was definitely wrong, oh so very wrong.

   It was just nearly halfway done with the concert, they were sitting down spaces apart on there different level for some side tracks, for three songs in a row, giving them time to catch their breath and relax before more demanding choreographies. They were in the middle of the first of three songs, when suddenly his whole body tensed, and he felt something leaking down his leg. And then it hit him. A five second period of jolting pain that had him bite his lip harshly to stop from gasping into the mic.