Little Surprises Chapter 8
Title: Little Surprises
Author: x_lain_x;
Genre: Romance/ MPREG
Warnings: This fic contains male pregnancy and underaged sex! Don't like, don't read.
Rating: PG-13 for swearing~.
Pairings/Characters: Minho/Taemin
Synopsis: "Another half an hour passed and Taemin had slowly worked himself into a state of nervous rage unseen to any of the others.”
( Chapter 1 )( Chapter 2 )( Chapter 3 )( Chapter 4 )
( Chapter 5 )( Chapter 6 )( Chapter 7 )
It was silent in the room for several seconds before most of them started moving. Onew and Key ran out the door, their voices could be heard asking everyone if they have seen Munhee. Taemin and Minho huddled around the older's phone, frantically searching for the nanny's number. Jonghyun was stunned,only sitting on the couch were he had been before.
"Are you okay?" The manager pat the blonde's shoulder, trying to shake him out of his reverie.
"Wha? Hn, right. I'm fine, don't worry." He got up and looked around the room, as if Munhee would pop out from behind a cushion or under at table at any second, even though he was only 8 months olds.
"Hyung!" Taemin powerwalked through the room, grabbing the manager's arm, a worried frown twisted in his features. He was digging his blunt fingernails on the skin, but didn't seem to be aware of his own actions.
"gah, Taeminnie- Your nails! Calm down! They're probably in the bathroom or something."
"Hyung!" Minho parroted Taemin this time, his face even more anguished. "The number she gave us, it doesn't exist!"
Everyone in the room, all cordi-noonas, managers and idols alike, stopped what they were doing, looking in mild-shock at Minho. Once again, it took quite a few seconds for anyone to react, the silence was shattered as one of the make-up girls spoke.
"I think we should call the police..."
Taemin gasped at this and ran out of the room, a determined face taking place. Minho only stood for a few seconds before grabbing his cellphone with both hands, eyes lost.
Everyone jumped in surprise when he just vicously threw the device on the couch. He also ran out of the room, wearing an unreadable expression.
-
Thirty minutes passed agonizingly and still no sign of Munhee. Security had closed off all exits, no one was leaving until the baby was found. The big challenge was how huge and crowded the place was. Outside, by the stage, impatient murmurs of hundreds of people could be heard, cleary unhappy at being hold against their will with no explanation. The police officers and security guards were having a hard time keeping everyone in their seats, even thought they were politely asked through a microphone.
They were not the only ones unhappy at being trapped, as Taemin and Minho were also being held inside their changing room. The police insisted that they should just sit down and wait, they even went to the extend of posing a guard at the door.
Minho walked as if he was a caged lion, from one side of the room to the other, looking worriedly trough the window. There was a chain of officers guarding the big glass doors, ushering back the fangirls that had managed to escape the main saloon.
Key was called out of the room for the second time and Onew was already out in the hallway speaking to the officers. Jonghyun just sat on a chair in the corner, manuvering his right thumb between his teeth, eyes unfocused.
Minho glared at the detective leading the case - Was it a case already? He didn't want it to be, seemed too real - speaking to their manager. The first few times the man had entered the room, Taemin and Minho greeted him with a slice of hope, an important information source. Now, he just wanted to make the man eat his horrid yellow tie and leave the room to look for his son. He was sure Taemin would've agree with him.
Said detective seemed convinced that they were just too immature to be dealing with this. He kept speaking only to the manager, ignoring Taemin, who hovered close to the duo. It would be quite a funny scene if anyone was in a good mood. The magnae was much taller then the detective and stood close, literally breathing down the chubby's man neck. He was even smaller then Jonghyun and that was definitely saying something. Yet, the detective kept his back turned to Taemin all the time, barely spending him a glance.
In the monitor showing the main room, Minho could see several officers walking around with a copy of Munhee's photography on their hands. It was the same picture he kept on his wallet and thinking about that made his heart hurt. The rapper turned around and was greeted by a sight that he thought he would never meet.
Now, Taemin was usually a well-mannered boy. He respected his elders and was nice to his dongsaengs. But the fact that he was sudenlly moving to grab the detective's shoulder and turning the small man around, showed that he was a parent before anything else.
The magnae stepped closer, glaring fiercely at the other man. He stopped the fat hand that tried to push him away with little trouble.
“I am the mother! You should be speaking to me!” His voice was loud and upset from the start.
“You let go of me right now kid or I will-”
“Stop ignoring me! How do you think I feel? It's my son out there! Talk to me!”
Minho could see the color raising to man's blotched face, the anger at being manhandled and yelled at by a teenager. He didn't even have the time to step in their direction before the manager tried to lead Taemin away.
“No! Stop it! Why won't any of you listen to me!?” He trashed in the manager's hold, trying to turn to the door this time.
“Taemin! You stop it, you're making a scene! Idols aren't supposed to-”
“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up all of you! Let me go, dammit!” He tried to get free once again, even batting Minho's hands away when he tried to take his arm to calm him down. “Let me go... I need to find him... ” The first of many sobs racked the thin frame and he was soon sliding to the floor, hanging like a lifeless doll from the manager's hold.
Minho tried his best to swallow the knot on his throat and crouched near his fiancè, slowly extracting him from the manager's strong hold. “I've got him hyung.” He glared at their manager, trying to maintan his composure. It would be no use if both of them broke down at the same time.
“Hn, spoiled kids these days.” The detective rearranged his coat and brushed the invisible dust from that horrid yellow tie. Jonghyun, who had been trying to merge with the wall all this time, took his bloody thumb from his mouth and growled like a rabid dog. Key appared just in time to keep him from pouncing. “Stop it Jong. It's no use.”
The man at least had the decency to look uncomfortable when four young men, Onew was now crouching beside the couple on the floor, scowled at him like they wanted him to spontaneously combust in flames.
-
Another half an hour passed and Taemin had slowly worked himself into a state of nervous rage unseen to any of the others. His eyes were wild, following every movement in the room and his breath was coming in fast puffs. He refused any medicine a paramedic wanted to give him and even went to the point of tossing a syringue to the other side of the room when she insisted.
“No one is drugging me while my baby is out there with that bitch.” The wide, murderous eyes and the way he kept tugging at a lock of his own hair were starting to worry them.
“Taeminnie... Taeminnie, please.” Key sat on the arm of the couch, running his hands through the red-ish messed locks. “You have another baby to care for too, remember? At least let her take a look at you both.” He kissed his 'son's forehead and Minho did the same to Taemin's cheek. The gestures seemed to have woke him a bit from his crazed stupor.
“Yeah. Yeah, ok. If she's fast.” Minho kissed him again and untangled himself from the skinny body but he didn't let go of Taemin's hand.
-
Another hour. Taemin was pissed, Minho was pissed. Hell, everyone was pissed, even the manager. How long could it take to find a kid in a place that barely had any kids!? There were some in the audience and most of the ones backstage were known and accounted for.
Heechul was now in the room, just like any other person with their kids there, gripping his girl's hands like a lifeline. He wouldn't even let them cross the room alone. Kyuhyun was cradlling a tiny tiny tiny pink bundle close. The girl could be very premature, but was fashionable from her Prada pink headband to the very end of her Dolce&Gabanna knitted purple shoes.
Three cordi-noonas boys, two staff girls and those were all the kids backstage. The only one missing was Munhee.
No one spoke, tension high in the air. Jonghyun squirmed on his chair. Onew coughed. Kyuhyun's baby girl started to cry. Minho was the one on meds now, having developed a slight fever, probably out of pure worry. He shivered and snuggled closer to Taemin, who raised a hand to clean the cold sweat from Minho's forehead.
Everyone straightened and hold their breaths as a officer appeared at the door. The groan was just as collective when he shook his head. It all repeated itself mere 30 seconds later, when another one barged into the room and walked to the lead detective, this time holding something dark blue on his hands.
Taemin choked and tried to jump from the couch at the sight of his son's jacket. Onew's right hand held him down, the other one gently laying on Minho's shoulder. He was looking warily at the frantically whispering officer. The detective, being as sentive as he had shown till now, did not have the same care to tone down his voice.
“I agree with you. Start looking for the body on the dumpsters around the block.”
Minho didn't even think, just threw himself over the arm of the couch, face stuck into a bucket as he threw up what felt like everything he had eaten all his life. All the others just looked at the detective as if he had grown a second head, unable to believe what he just had done.
Heechul was obviously livid and he could hear Kyuhyun gritting his teeth beside him.
“Mommy!” Dao-Ming tried to pull her little hand away from Heechul's bone-crushing grip. That shifted his attention from gutting the man with a spoon.
“Sorry baby.”
Minho was still doubled over the bucket, the gag reflex not going away even if nothing else was coming out. He coughed and wheezed while Taemin and Key rubbed his back. Jonghyun whined and squirmed again, aparentely glued to his chair. Onew spared him a worried look.
Taemin did not know if it was fate or whatever else, but he choose to raise his head to the monitor on the corner of the room at the exact time a woman quickly went by with a little girl on her hip. Except it was not a girl. The magnae was sure of it, his heart beating wildly inside his chest even when his head told him that the cameras were very high and the discerning of people was difficult. “Munhee...”
The magnae was on his feet and out of the room in a split second, the security guard didn't stand a chance. Minho was just as quick, lifting his head just in time to see the flash of pink and black on the corner of the screen and stumble out of the room. He had to shove the guard out of his way, but did not even register that.
The lead detective yelled at the guards, fat face glowing red from rage again, and sent them after the escaping couple. After that he left the room and the click of the lock was definitive.
-
Taemin ran, using the maze-like corridors as an advantage. He knew someone was after him, but didn't even spare a look. He was focused on his objective, there was no way that bitch was keeping his son. The police was obviously not trying hard enough and it was time to take the problem on his own hands.
“Taeminnie! Taemin, wait!” Minho's breathless voice reached his ears, but he only sped up the pace. He could see the stage now.
“Get out the way! Get out the way!” The magnae yelled, trying his best to not knock into anyone or anything that would slow down his chase. He was ready, limbs shaking, anger reaching it's peak. He would kill her. Kill her dead and step all over her remains. No one could ever took away Munhee from him.
He was a little blinded by the lights when he finally reached the stage, stoping for a few seconds to scan the crowd. He could see her in the back, trying to slip unnoticed on a little door that went up all the way to the roof. Oh no, you wont.
The fangirls screaming barely registered to him and he just kept yelling for them to get out of the way. In the back of his mind he knew he would get scolded, but really, why would he care?
“Get her! Someone get her, don't let her leave!” No one moved, too stunned by the sight of two idols running like their lifes depended on it and Taemin that mad. He grabbed the nanny's sleeve just in time to be yanked inside the stairs corridor with her. The door banged behind him, trapping them in silence.
“Give me my son back!”
The girl just shook her head, hugging Munhee closer to herself. She stepped away from Taemin. “No! You're crazy! That's my daughter!”
Her eyes were wide and clothes changed. She didn't look like the same girl from before, a crazed expression on her face. Even her hair had been badly chopped to look diferent.
She could yell all she wanted but, beneath the frilly hat, Minho's eyes looked back at him. Munhee reached his arms for the magnae and whined.
“Give me my son, you bitch!” He pounced on her, but she turned and tried to run up the stairs. Taemin grabbed her calf and pulled her back, making she fall on the steps.
Then several things happened at the same time: The door opened, revealing Minho and two officers right behind him. A dull thud echoed on his ears, followed by sharp pain on his ribs. He couldn't connect the two of them and only cried out when he realized he was sudenlly far away from Munhee.
“You don't need him! You will have another one! You will have another one and Jonghyun-oppa will too! Why are you so selfish!? Don't you ever think of your fans!? You don't need this one! I think you should abort from this kick and end up with none so you can learn to not be so selfish!”
Taemin didn't register anything and took a second to plan how to take his kid out of that monster's claws. But Minho was simply quicker and ran up the three or four steps she climbed. He grabbed a wailing Munhee with both hands and yanked, no words exchanged. She had no choice but to let go.
Minho stood there, watching with a quick breath as the guards arrested her. He couldn't belive that had just happened, but Taemin on the corner clutching his belly was proof enough. He walked to him and deposited Munhee on his lap, crouching to hug both of them. Then he cried.
-
Back in the dressing room, everyone let out a relieved sigh as the guards called and let them know about the news. They got her. The baby was fine, Taemin was fine and Minho, although shaken and in shock, was going to be fine too.
Onew and Key embraced each other. Then they went to hug Jonghyun, still sitting on that same chair he had been all night. They laughed and squeezed together as close as possible, even managing to lift the blond from the chair just a little bit.
When they left to greet Taemin and Minho at the door, Jonghyun sat back firmly, his smile shaky. When he looked to his right, Heechul's hawk eyes were looking straight at him, serious and unmoving. The blond gasped.
Heechul knew.
--
Thanks to my wonderful beta train1332
Comments are love and keep the writer motivated ;D
Not my best chapter, but I tried really hard T.T OH! And cookies for everyone who can find my hidden bias there XD I'm sorry! It's was beyond my control! There's 2min and Hanchul, my third bias was yelling at me!
Author: x_lain_x;
Genre: Romance/ MPREG
Warnings: This fic contains male pregnancy and underaged sex! Don't like, don't read.
Rating: PG-13 for swearing~.
Pairings/Characters: Minho/Taemin
Synopsis: "Another half an hour passed and Taemin had slowly worked himself into a state of nervous rage unseen to any of the others.”
( Chapter 1 )( Chapter 2 )( Chapter 3 )( Chapter 4 )
( Chapter 5 )( Chapter 6 )( Chapter 7 )
It was silent in the room for several seconds before most of them started moving. Onew and Key ran out the door, their voices could be heard asking everyone if they have seen Munhee. Taemin and Minho huddled around the older's phone, frantically searching for the nanny's number. Jonghyun was stunned,only sitting on the couch were he had been before.
"Are you okay?" The manager pat the blonde's shoulder, trying to shake him out of his reverie.
"Wha? Hn, right. I'm fine, don't worry." He got up and looked around the room, as if Munhee would pop out from behind a cushion or under at table at any second, even though he was only 8 months olds.
"Hyung!" Taemin powerwalked through the room, grabbing the manager's arm, a worried frown twisted in his features. He was digging his blunt fingernails on the skin, but didn't seem to be aware of his own actions.
"gah, Taeminnie- Your nails! Calm down! They're probably in the bathroom or something."
"Hyung!" Minho parroted Taemin this time, his face even more anguished. "The number she gave us, it doesn't exist!"
Everyone in the room, all cordi-noonas, managers and idols alike, stopped what they were doing, looking in mild-shock at Minho. Once again, it took quite a few seconds for anyone to react, the silence was shattered as one of the make-up girls spoke.
"I think we should call the police..."
Taemin gasped at this and ran out of the room, a determined face taking place. Minho only stood for a few seconds before grabbing his cellphone with both hands, eyes lost.
Everyone jumped in surprise when he just vicously threw the device on the couch. He also ran out of the room, wearing an unreadable expression.
-
Thirty minutes passed agonizingly and still no sign of Munhee. Security had closed off all exits, no one was leaving until the baby was found. The big challenge was how huge and crowded the place was. Outside, by the stage, impatient murmurs of hundreds of people could be heard, cleary unhappy at being hold against their will with no explanation. The police officers and security guards were having a hard time keeping everyone in their seats, even thought they were politely asked through a microphone.
They were not the only ones unhappy at being trapped, as Taemin and Minho were also being held inside their changing room. The police insisted that they should just sit down and wait, they even went to the extend of posing a guard at the door.
Minho walked as if he was a caged lion, from one side of the room to the other, looking worriedly trough the window. There was a chain of officers guarding the big glass doors, ushering back the fangirls that had managed to escape the main saloon.
Key was called out of the room for the second time and Onew was already out in the hallway speaking to the officers. Jonghyun just sat on a chair in the corner, manuvering his right thumb between his teeth, eyes unfocused.
Minho glared at the detective leading the case - Was it a case already? He didn't want it to be, seemed too real - speaking to their manager. The first few times the man had entered the room, Taemin and Minho greeted him with a slice of hope, an important information source. Now, he just wanted to make the man eat his horrid yellow tie and leave the room to look for his son. He was sure Taemin would've agree with him.
Said detective seemed convinced that they were just too immature to be dealing with this. He kept speaking only to the manager, ignoring Taemin, who hovered close to the duo. It would be quite a funny scene if anyone was in a good mood. The magnae was much taller then the detective and stood close, literally breathing down the chubby's man neck. He was even smaller then Jonghyun and that was definitely saying something. Yet, the detective kept his back turned to Taemin all the time, barely spending him a glance.
In the monitor showing the main room, Minho could see several officers walking around with a copy of Munhee's photography on their hands. It was the same picture he kept on his wallet and thinking about that made his heart hurt. The rapper turned around and was greeted by a sight that he thought he would never meet.
Now, Taemin was usually a well-mannered boy. He respected his elders and was nice to his dongsaengs. But the fact that he was sudenlly moving to grab the detective's shoulder and turning the small man around, showed that he was a parent before anything else.
The magnae stepped closer, glaring fiercely at the other man. He stopped the fat hand that tried to push him away with little trouble.
“I am the mother! You should be speaking to me!” His voice was loud and upset from the start.
“You let go of me right now kid or I will-”
“Stop ignoring me! How do you think I feel? It's my son out there! Talk to me!”
Minho could see the color raising to man's blotched face, the anger at being manhandled and yelled at by a teenager. He didn't even have the time to step in their direction before the manager tried to lead Taemin away.
“No! Stop it! Why won't any of you listen to me!?” He trashed in the manager's hold, trying to turn to the door this time.
“Taemin! You stop it, you're making a scene! Idols aren't supposed to-”
“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up all of you! Let me go, dammit!” He tried to get free once again, even batting Minho's hands away when he tried to take his arm to calm him down. “Let me go... I need to find him... ” The first of many sobs racked the thin frame and he was soon sliding to the floor, hanging like a lifeless doll from the manager's hold.
Minho tried his best to swallow the knot on his throat and crouched near his fiancè, slowly extracting him from the manager's strong hold. “I've got him hyung.” He glared at their manager, trying to maintan his composure. It would be no use if both of them broke down at the same time.
“Hn, spoiled kids these days.” The detective rearranged his coat and brushed the invisible dust from that horrid yellow tie. Jonghyun, who had been trying to merge with the wall all this time, took his bloody thumb from his mouth and growled like a rabid dog. Key appared just in time to keep him from pouncing. “Stop it Jong. It's no use.”
The man at least had the decency to look uncomfortable when four young men, Onew was now crouching beside the couple on the floor, scowled at him like they wanted him to spontaneously combust in flames.
-
Another half an hour passed and Taemin had slowly worked himself into a state of nervous rage unseen to any of the others. His eyes were wild, following every movement in the room and his breath was coming in fast puffs. He refused any medicine a paramedic wanted to give him and even went to the point of tossing a syringue to the other side of the room when she insisted.
“No one is drugging me while my baby is out there with that bitch.” The wide, murderous eyes and the way he kept tugging at a lock of his own hair were starting to worry them.
“Taeminnie... Taeminnie, please.” Key sat on the arm of the couch, running his hands through the red-ish messed locks. “You have another baby to care for too, remember? At least let her take a look at you both.” He kissed his 'son's forehead and Minho did the same to Taemin's cheek. The gestures seemed to have woke him a bit from his crazed stupor.
“Yeah. Yeah, ok. If she's fast.” Minho kissed him again and untangled himself from the skinny body but he didn't let go of Taemin's hand.
-
Another hour. Taemin was pissed, Minho was pissed. Hell, everyone was pissed, even the manager. How long could it take to find a kid in a place that barely had any kids!? There were some in the audience and most of the ones backstage were known and accounted for.
Heechul was now in the room, just like any other person with their kids there, gripping his girl's hands like a lifeline. He wouldn't even let them cross the room alone. Kyuhyun was cradlling a tiny tiny tiny pink bundle close. The girl could be very premature, but was fashionable from her Prada pink headband to the very end of her Dolce&Gabanna knitted purple shoes.
Three cordi-noonas boys, two staff girls and those were all the kids backstage. The only one missing was Munhee.
No one spoke, tension high in the air. Jonghyun squirmed on his chair. Onew coughed. Kyuhyun's baby girl started to cry. Minho was the one on meds now, having developed a slight fever, probably out of pure worry. He shivered and snuggled closer to Taemin, who raised a hand to clean the cold sweat from Minho's forehead.
Everyone straightened and hold their breaths as a officer appeared at the door. The groan was just as collective when he shook his head. It all repeated itself mere 30 seconds later, when another one barged into the room and walked to the lead detective, this time holding something dark blue on his hands.
Taemin choked and tried to jump from the couch at the sight of his son's jacket. Onew's right hand held him down, the other one gently laying on Minho's shoulder. He was looking warily at the frantically whispering officer. The detective, being as sentive as he had shown till now, did not have the same care to tone down his voice.
“I agree with you. Start looking for the body on the dumpsters around the block.”
Minho didn't even think, just threw himself over the arm of the couch, face stuck into a bucket as he threw up what felt like everything he had eaten all his life. All the others just looked at the detective as if he had grown a second head, unable to believe what he just had done.
Heechul was obviously livid and he could hear Kyuhyun gritting his teeth beside him.
“Mommy!” Dao-Ming tried to pull her little hand away from Heechul's bone-crushing grip. That shifted his attention from gutting the man with a spoon.
“Sorry baby.”
Minho was still doubled over the bucket, the gag reflex not going away even if nothing else was coming out. He coughed and wheezed while Taemin and Key rubbed his back. Jonghyun whined and squirmed again, aparentely glued to his chair. Onew spared him a worried look.
Taemin did not know if it was fate or whatever else, but he choose to raise his head to the monitor on the corner of the room at the exact time a woman quickly went by with a little girl on her hip. Except it was not a girl. The magnae was sure of it, his heart beating wildly inside his chest even when his head told him that the cameras were very high and the discerning of people was difficult. “Munhee...”
The magnae was on his feet and out of the room in a split second, the security guard didn't stand a chance. Minho was just as quick, lifting his head just in time to see the flash of pink and black on the corner of the screen and stumble out of the room. He had to shove the guard out of his way, but did not even register that.
The lead detective yelled at the guards, fat face glowing red from rage again, and sent them after the escaping couple. After that he left the room and the click of the lock was definitive.
-
Taemin ran, using the maze-like corridors as an advantage. He knew someone was after him, but didn't even spare a look. He was focused on his objective, there was no way that bitch was keeping his son. The police was obviously not trying hard enough and it was time to take the problem on his own hands.
“Taeminnie! Taemin, wait!” Minho's breathless voice reached his ears, but he only sped up the pace. He could see the stage now.
“Get out the way! Get out the way!” The magnae yelled, trying his best to not knock into anyone or anything that would slow down his chase. He was ready, limbs shaking, anger reaching it's peak. He would kill her. Kill her dead and step all over her remains. No one could ever took away Munhee from him.
He was a little blinded by the lights when he finally reached the stage, stoping for a few seconds to scan the crowd. He could see her in the back, trying to slip unnoticed on a little door that went up all the way to the roof. Oh no, you wont.
The fangirls screaming barely registered to him and he just kept yelling for them to get out of the way. In the back of his mind he knew he would get scolded, but really, why would he care?
“Get her! Someone get her, don't let her leave!” No one moved, too stunned by the sight of two idols running like their lifes depended on it and Taemin that mad. He grabbed the nanny's sleeve just in time to be yanked inside the stairs corridor with her. The door banged behind him, trapping them in silence.
“Give me my son back!”
The girl just shook her head, hugging Munhee closer to herself. She stepped away from Taemin. “No! You're crazy! That's my daughter!”
Her eyes were wide and clothes changed. She didn't look like the same girl from before, a crazed expression on her face. Even her hair had been badly chopped to look diferent.
She could yell all she wanted but, beneath the frilly hat, Minho's eyes looked back at him. Munhee reached his arms for the magnae and whined.
“Give me my son, you bitch!” He pounced on her, but she turned and tried to run up the stairs. Taemin grabbed her calf and pulled her back, making she fall on the steps.
Then several things happened at the same time: The door opened, revealing Minho and two officers right behind him. A dull thud echoed on his ears, followed by sharp pain on his ribs. He couldn't connect the two of them and only cried out when he realized he was sudenlly far away from Munhee.
“You don't need him! You will have another one! You will have another one and Jonghyun-oppa will too! Why are you so selfish!? Don't you ever think of your fans!? You don't need this one! I think you should abort from this kick and end up with none so you can learn to not be so selfish!”
Taemin didn't register anything and took a second to plan how to take his kid out of that monster's claws. But Minho was simply quicker and ran up the three or four steps she climbed. He grabbed a wailing Munhee with both hands and yanked, no words exchanged. She had no choice but to let go.
Minho stood there, watching with a quick breath as the guards arrested her. He couldn't belive that had just happened, but Taemin on the corner clutching his belly was proof enough. He walked to him and deposited Munhee on his lap, crouching to hug both of them. Then he cried.
-
Back in the dressing room, everyone let out a relieved sigh as the guards called and let them know about the news. They got her. The baby was fine, Taemin was fine and Minho, although shaken and in shock, was going to be fine too.
Onew and Key embraced each other. Then they went to hug Jonghyun, still sitting on that same chair he had been all night. They laughed and squeezed together as close as possible, even managing to lift the blond from the chair just a little bit.
When they left to greet Taemin and Minho at the door, Jonghyun sat back firmly, his smile shaky. When he looked to his right, Heechul's hawk eyes were looking straight at him, serious and unmoving. The blond gasped.
Heechul knew.
--
Thanks to my wonderful beta train1332
Comments are love and keep the writer motivated ;D
Not my best chapter, but I tried really hard T.T OH! And cookies for everyone who can find my hidden bias there XD I'm sorry! It's was beyond my control! There's 2min and Hanchul, my third bias was yelling at me!