[✔️] TOUCH | Nakamoto Yuta

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DISCLAIMER: I got too exhausted to edit out you know who from the previous chapters. So some info for this last chapter that's tweaked since of course I'm not writing about him now:
•Doyoung is Sungchan's dad, Haechan is Shotaro's
•The phone calls Yuta had with youknowwho was actually now with Doyoung, aka Doyoung is aware his plan to leave the group, he's not happy about it, he wishes he doesn't, but he does think it might be best. And because of the talks, he's a bit closer to Doyoung then previously assumed I guess

I think that's all that I need to clarify?
I'm sort of winging this last chapter, but I hope I wrap up all the loose ends. I've been sort of stepping out the KPOP fandom, so writing about hasn't been on the mind, though I hope I can recover the interest as KPOP has had a great impact on me since 2019... so, here's to the last chapter and to maybe future fics, whether they're KPOP related or other! 🍻

Please forgive any inconsistencies, such as I'm pretty sure Yuta hasn't moved out into another apartment but I'm also not 100% sure but imma write as if he's still in the dorms apartment, the 5th/10th floor apartments since I believe this fic started before they moved I think, anyway excuse any inconsistencies it has been a year since I last updated this fic and I'd rather not reread stuff I've written if I can help it lol (that being said I did take a few glances of previous chapters).

Sorry if this ending feels quick, I've put of practice haha.... Understatement of the century....

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   "Nakamoto Yuta!"

   Door swinging open, hitting the wall and shaking on its hinges from the force, Yuta jumps were he's sitting on the couch. At the door, the members of 127 are crowded, in various states of dishevel. At the front, Taeyong is close to tears.

He stands up, walking around where Ten and Sicheng are sitting on the ground with the two babies. "I'm guessing you saw the news...?"

Yuta barely was able to catch the blue that separated from the group, arms right around him, a head of fluffy hair burying itself on his shoulder. "Yuta! Are you really leaving?" Donghyuck's voice comes muffled against his hoodie.

He wraps his arms around the younger as he addresses both the other as well as the rest of the group who have eased into the apartment. "I had a meeting with the company yesterday and we decided it would be best if I left the group. With the twins I wouldn't be able to participate in comebacks and group activities,"

"We could've gotten a nanny or a babysitter to care for them." Jungwoo suggests with a frown.

He shakes his head. "Yeah but, with how busy we are the twins will end up being raised by a nanny and barely see me. You guys know how it is, some comebacks we barely see our own rooms for months." He sighs, "With our popularity, there'll be more comebacks, more tours, we'd barely be here, we'd barely see the twins. I... I want to raise them. They need at least one of their parents around." He reasons. He feels Donghyuck stiffen around him, Doyoung's eyes look away from him from beside Taeyong. "I won't be far, hell, if I ask the company I could maybe get an apartment in this building or find one across the street, around the corner, I'll be close by."

Taeyong takes a few breaths. "Let's all sit down."

The rest of the group filters in, settling on the couches, on the floor, pulling chairs from the small dining table. To his left Doyoung sits beside him, Donghyuck to his right. Mark sits on the arm of the couch next to the youngest. Jungwoo and Jaehyun join the two already on the floor. Johnny and Taeyong sit on chairs pulled from the table. A cartoon plays softly on the television.

They sit in a silence until Mark breaks it. "So, you're leaving the group... the announcement didn't mention leaving the company." He states, but Yuta knows the question he's asking.