[EDITING] TOUCH | Nakamoto Yuta

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I'm back with another chapter after a week~
I hope you enjoy it

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"You can drive, right?" Yuta asked as they began pulling out the driveway.

"Of course I can! I don't drive often, but I can drive!" Chittaphon reassured him.

   Yuta looked at him skeptical, but left it at that, but made sure the twins were strapped in tight and held the assist handle above the car door. I hope he has a license....

   Since the Thai was quite bored, they decided to go to the mall, a grand one of nearly two dozen stories. Sure, Yuta would've perfected a less crowded place, as they didn't have any security following them, but Chittaphon somehow managed to convince him that they'll be fine. Somehow.

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   "Woah..." Yuta gaped at the size of the mall. "It's huge...-"

   "-Like my dick."

   "It is not." Yuta rolled his eyes.

   "How would you know?–" Chittaphon started, then paused. "Oh wait, you do know—"

   "That's right, now let's go! I'm lazy, you take Sungchannie." Yuta said, handing him the single seater stroller where said baby was staring up at them with big eyes as he hugged a small fluffy deer plushie.

  "Fine~" Chittaphon said as he took the handles, turning to start to leave as the elder settled Shotaro into the chest strap carry thing. Just as the Japanese turned around, the Thai started sprinting with the stroller, zooming off before Yuta could say a word, making the elder quickly lock the car before running after him, what the fuck! "Yah! Ten!"

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Admiring a nice sweater, Chittaphon glanced over, seeing a certain Japanese glaring at him, still. With a pout, he put down the sweater, "Hey, come on, it was funny!"

"You nearly kidnapped my child-"

"Keyword: nearly." The Thai pointed out with a smile as he sifted through the rack of clothes. "Relax~ go look at some clothes, later we can go upstairs to get some things for the babies."

Yuta shook his head, "Nah, I don't need new clothes right now, I'll just sit over there with the kids while you look through the clothes." He pointed over to the bench a short distance away.

Shrugging, "Fine, But you wont escape me later, I want to see you in and out of the fitting room with bomb outfits." We're going to make that fucking fitting room into a runway.

Leaving Chittaphon to shop, he flopped down the bench, stroller beside him, gently rocking it with his foot as he held the other infant with one arm as he looked through his phone.

He glanced at the date and time, we didn't have a concert today, right? He hover over the open messages between him and Dongyoung, debating whether to send a message or not. What if they're in the middle of a show? If not, what if he's sleeping? Would he even answer me? He bit his lips nervously, turning them a bright red before he finally decided to type out a simple message. If they're in the middle of a show, the younger simply won't respond, if he's resting then he won't respond, no biggy, he'll see it later.