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Hello fellow human beings, I am like all of you so do not be frightenened :)

NOTE: THEIR COUNTING IS BASED ON THEIR AGE.

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"Okay attendance check!"

As soon as Seventeen's leader— S.coups— said those words as loud as he could muster up, all the members looked at his direction and immediately scrambled to get into place.

Soon, all of them were standing in a circle. Their shoulders touching slightly, Seungcheol inserted beside Jeonghan and Dino.

"One!" Seungcheol started

"Two."

"Three." Jisoo smiled

"Four."

And the rest continued counting, then arrived a number where no one answered.

"10." Minghao counted

It was silence right after that, the poor Chinese boy was sweating. Seungcheol looked at the blank space between Minghao and Seungkwan, which was supposed to be your spot.

Yes you were a member of Seventeen, the only rose among the leaves, the only girl among the guys.

"Where's your girl?" S.coups creased his eye brows.

All attention turned to Minghao, who was looking like he can't speak.

"Myungho, where's Y/N?" Junhui asked his fellow member

"She's sick hyung, she can't come to practice now." Minghao sighed

S.coups nodded, "Excuse me."

He rushed back to the corner of the room to get his bag, he searched for his phone inside. Once he found it, he typed in your name and dialed your number.



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You were leaning on the wall, breathing uneven and hair messed up. Your eyes were closed, your hands were softly touching your stomach.

Then you felt your stomach mix, all the things you ate earlier were climbing up your throat. You rushed to the toilet, vomiting for the nth time today.

After a few seconds, the pain in your stomach stopped. You wiped your mouth and breathed heavily, the sweat on your forehead forming into a thick layer of liquid.

This has been happening since the last three weeks, puking, cramps, nauseous and other things.

Before you could take a break from puking, your ringtone blasted. Groaning, you crawled to get it from your bed, which was tiring because you were from the bathroom.

Without looking at the caller, you answered the call.

"Y/n?"

Seungcheol's voice was heard from the other line, he was probably wondering why you weren't attending practice today.

"Yeah?" Instead of an expecting response, your voice turned hoarse.

"You don't sound so good, should I send Myungho to check on—"

"No!" You yelled

"I mean, no thanks. I'm fine, just a cold." You cleared your throat.

"Okay then. Alright, lets start recording the new songs—" He ended the call.

You groaned in pain, you could not face your boyfriend right now. Although Minghao deserves to know what was happening, you weren't ready yet. Leaning your back on the wall, you closed your eyes and thought of the things that might happen in the future.

"I know he loves me but..." you muttered, slowly fluttering your eyes open. You turned to look at your currently flat stomach, caressing it carefully.




"Will he love you?"






Then a few seconds later, your room's door slowly creaked open. You quickly scrambled to get onto your bed and pretend you were lying there, a cliche scene honestly.

Suddenly, black strands of hair were showing. Minghao's head popped inside, looking at you with a worried gaze.

"H-Hi." You smiled

He walked inside, closing the door right after. He sat on the edge of your bed, his hand caressing your leg.

"You can tell me." He sweetly smiled

You smiled, "I was just stressed, we just debuted and everything seems to be in a rush."

You sat up, ignoring the pain in your body. You reached out for the notebook that was laying in top of your desk beside the bed. You opened it and flipped a few pages, stopping midway, you handed it to your boyfriend.

"I've written a verse and a chorus for our unit song, is it okay?" You asked with a soft smile

You were a part of performance unit, but instead of dance steps, you were in charge of the lyrics for the unit.

The8's eyes scanned the words scribbled on the notebook, a smile forming on his lips. He looked at you with a grin, "You're amazing."

"Let's get this too Woozi?" You asked

"Will you be okay?" He asked, his hand caressing your right cheek, he was worried. Minghao loved you so much to the extent that he would do anything for you.

You held his hand, "Of course I will."

Then both of you stood up, the nausea was surprisingly gone. You smiled, your arms hugging the lyric book. Minghao slung his arm over your shoulder, hugging you close to him. You walked to your fellow member's studio, ready to present your work.

Opening the door after a knock, Woozi was facing the screen which contained different slides of tunes. He spun his swivel chair, facing you with a smile.

"Oh, you okay?" Jihoon smiled

You nodded and handed the notebook to him, he accepted it with a smile.

Both of you looked at the team's producer, he nodded his head in approval.

"Alright I'll just add this and distribute the parts, good work Y/N." Woozi smiled and turned back to his computer.

"Ah, you wrote another part for our next group song right?" Jihoon asked, not looking away from his screen

"Oh, right. I'll get it—"

"No, you're still sick. I'll get it." Minghao kissed your cheek and rushed out the door to your room.

"Tch," Jihoon said



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After a few minutes, The8 came back. The favored notebook in his hands, he handed it to his hyung.

But there was something wrong.

His aura changed.

"Can I talk to you outside?" He asked, no visible tone in his voice.

Suddenly your stomach was going crazy, the same feeling rose up to your throat. You covered your mouth and ran to your room, trying not to puke on the floor.

Once you reached your room, you kicked the door and ran to the bathroom. Then, you let hell break lose.

After another session of vomiting, you breathed heavily and clutched your head because of the pain.

"I knew it."

Your head turned to Minghao, who was standing in the doorway.

His left hand holding the pregnancy test.

His eyes were blank, the way he stood told you that he was either going to leave you or yell at how immature you were.

Your sight blurred, the pool of tears were misting your eyes. You looked at his eyes, trying to find your strength.

"Minghao I'm sorry..." you sobbed

He walked inside the bathroom, the test still in his hand.

You closed your eyes as your hands flew to your tummy, attempting to protect the little thing from its father's words.

He knelt down, putting the pregnancy test on the sink. His hand slowly creeping to your stomach, his eyes held a loving gaze.

"Hey there Minghao junior." He said

You abruptly opened your eyes in shock, he looked at you with a soft smile. He leaned in and kissed your forehead, leaning his forehead on yours right after.

"Thank you." He closed his eyes

"F-For what?" You asked, obviously crying

"For this little guy here." He looked down at your stomach, smiling from ear to ear.

He had never felt so damn happy in his life, he couldn't stop grinning like a child. This moment was just beautiful.

"What about our career?" You asked, unsure.

He looked at you, his expression not even changing.

"There's a saying, 'Family first.'"

Then, he kissed your lips . Telling you that everything was going to be alright.


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