When I Leave | EXO

(26) I have to talk to you

*TIME SKIP TO A MONTH LATER, JANUARY 12TH (D.O's birthday)*

After celebrating the birthday of our dear friend, Kyungsoo, about half the Exo members were passed out in our living room, sprawled out on top of each other. Only 3 made it back to their apartment, including Tao, Kris, and Sehun.

It was hilarious, in my opinion. I had never seen D.O so happy and flustered in one moment. Nor did I ever see Xiumin drunk in general. And he didn't even manage to get out of our apartment.

"Dance with me, Hyojin!" D.O suggested over the loud boys.

I shook my head, laughing at him. "Go home, D.O, you're drunk."

"Come on... You know you want to dance with me." He pressed on.

"Nope. She wants to dance with me." Xiumin appeared by my side, squeezing my ass. I jumped, purely shocked from his straight honesty with me. Since he told me his feelings, he stopped trying to hide so much. He was still isolated, but not as much.

"What if I don't wanna dance with ether of you?" I questioned. "What if I secretly like Chen?"

"Darling, I'd be heartbroken!" D.O and Xiumin sang in sync, as if it was a song. If it was lyrics from something, I must've never heard the song.

"You'd survive." I corrected them.

I woke up afterward, at around 1 in the morning, with a deadly pain in my stomach. My underwear was extremely wet for some reason. I was beginning to grow afraid. I couldn't have been going into labor. There was no way.

Without making sound, I got out of bed, viewing a puddle of blood where I had lain, and snuck out of the room without waking the birthday boy in the bed across the room. Down the hallway, Chen was passed out.

In the living room, everyone was completely unconscious. I chose out of the boys to wake Suho. I didn't have much reasoning, only that I trusted him most in this unexpected situation. I didn't really want everyone to just wake up and start questioning what my problem is.

I tiptoed to the passed out leader and shook his shoulder, holding my barely bloated belly with one hand, bent over in pain. "Joonmyeon Oppa, wake up."

After shaking him again, his eyes cracked open, then came completely wide seeing me in the state I was in. "What's wrong?"

I shushed him, whispering, "Something is hurting me, and my underwear and bed are soaked with red."

He shot up in his spot, getting to his feet without a single thought. "Come on, we'll hail a taxi to the hospital."

As he said that, I fully realized. I was sitting in a pool of blood when I woke up. That wasn't normal, especially for a three month pregnant woman.

Instead of changing, I just slipped on my shoes and walked outside with him. We paced to the elevator, calm and collected.

Neither of us spoke a word until we arrived at the exit of the lobby. He gave me a saddened gaze, one I didn't quite understand, then spun and walked out into the snowy weather outside. It hadn't started snowing until early December this year.

He stuck a hand out, and a late night taxi stopped in front of us. Suho let me in first, then slid in next to me.

"Where are you headed?" The driver requested, looking at us from the mirror.

Suho answered for us. "Hospital. Closest one."

"So," a drunk Baekhyun asked me. "What're you gonna name the baby? Name it Baby Baekhyun."