What is life like for Y/N and Yuta? What do they get up to on a day to day basis? Is it all fun and games, or will there be trouble?
Told in 24 chapters across multiple days. Chapters could be read standalone, but some chapters connect! (note the da...
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20.FEB.2022
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"Minho, I got a joke for you!" you cheerfully exclaim as you lean your body on the counter. Minho stops wiping a mug and looks at you with a raised eyebrow.
While waiting for Yuta to come back from the bathroom, you decided to head to the counter to have a little chitchat with one of the baristas, which you also be-friended a while back when you first started coming to the café more often.
It's relatively quiet right now, so you figured it would be okay to do a little catch-up. But not before sharing one of your lame jokes to your friend, just because he's what you call "the coffee master".
"Why are coffee beans like kids? Because they're always getting grounded!"
You throw your head back and laugh, feeling incredibly proud of your joke, but Minho's face says otherwise. He's looking at you with the most deadpan expression ever, clearly not impressed.
Minho sighs and shakes his head when you finally calm down from laughter. "I'm sort of glad you don't work here. I don't think I'd be able to stand you and your lame jokes."
You open your mouth wide in shock and gasp. "Hey! They're not lame! It's not like you can come up with anything better...."
"Yes, I can!" Minho protests.
"Okay", you cross your arms and look at Minho with a raised eyebrow. "Tell me."
"Uh..." Minho stutters and struggles to think of something which makes you snicker.
"Thought so", smirking at him.
Moments later, Yuta comes back, and you both bid your goodbyes to Minho and make your way out of the café.
"Ugh, that was so good!" you say as you stretch your body and your arms out, something you usually do when satisfied with the food you just ate. "I'm carrying a food baby", you snicker, caressing your stomach up and down like you were actually carrying a baby.
"Maybe one day, it'll be a real baby?" Yuta takes a step closer to you, places his hand over your stomach, and smirks at you.
You swear you felt yourself heat up from his words, your cheeks burning red like a tomato. You didn't really know how to respond to that, so instead, you smacked his hand away and playfully pushed him away from you.
"Cute", Yuta thinks to himself, chuckling at you. "What do you wanna do now?" moving a few strands of hair away from your face as a small gust of wind blew by.
You take your phone out to check the time and see that it's only approaching 12PM, which means you still had time before your lecture at 2. You looked around your surroundings and pondered on what to do when something popped up in your mind.
"I saw on Instagram that there's some kind of outdoor sculpture exhibit nearby. We can go and look since I still have some time to spare."
"Whatever you wanna do, baby" Yuta looks at you with a cheeky look on his face.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" you ask, looking at him suspiciously. You wondered why your boyfriend's expression is the way it is, but it only took you a second to realise that he's probably thinking about what he said earlier. "I know what you're thinking." You point the finger at your boyfriend. "Don't even think about it."
Yuta tugs your finger down and gently grabs your hand, placing several kisses on its back, which makes you break into a smile. He lets go when he feels his phone buzz several times; a phone call from his manager, which he takes.
In the meantime, you search for where the event is on your phone.
While checking to see which direction to go from where you were now, you mindlessly start to wander off slowly, finding out which way the blue circle is going on Google maps. You were so focused on following the circle, not paying attention to your surroundings, that you didn't realise that you were about to collide with a businessman coming from the opposite direction. He was running, trying to make it to the nearby bus stop a few feet away to catch the fast approaching bus. The businessman himself wasn't even paying attention to his surroundings much, as he just kept glancing back at the approaching bus nearing the bus stop.
As Yuta is done with the call, he puts his phone back in his pocket, but his eyes widen when he sees you about to bump into the guy.
"Babe!" Yuta quickly runs up to you, grabs onto your arm, pulling you towards him and out of the way to the side.
Unknowingly, Yuta had his grip on your arm a little too tight and firm for your liking, making you squeeze your eyes shut and wince in pain. You couldn't help but place your other hand over where you felt the pain as you tried to pull your arm away from Yuta's grip.
Yuta, let go of your arm. He knew that you weren't in pain because he had a tight grip on your arm. He sensed that something was wrong, even back at the café when you looked like you were in discomfort. You were definitely hiding something from him. He still wanted to make sure that he wasn't the one that caused your pain.
"Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?" Yuta extends his hand out, wanting to see if you were okay, if your arm was okay, but you quickly hid it behind your back.
"No, no, everything's fine!" you insisted, pressing your lips together to form a forced smile.
That's a lie.
You were in absolute pain right now, even more so than earlier in the café. You tried your best to not show how uncomfortable you felt, but it didn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend. You didn't want Yuta to worry or know what happened to you.
But it was definitely too late for that.
Something didn't feel right to Yuta.
He felt that something on his hand wasn't supposed to be there, something a little slippery.
Yuta looks down at his hand, baffled. "What is this...?" he murmurs to himself as he brings his hand up to take a closer look at the dark red blotches on the palm of his hand. It finally hits him as to what it is.
