Dongwan stared at Minwoo in aghast and could barely comprehend what was going on. The shorter guy sat on the sofa, tears going down his cheeks.
“Are you sure?” Dongwan interrogated.
“Very.”
“Oh my god…”
The younger man plodded towards the couch, and slumped down next to the main dancer, who was holding a stick between his small fingers. He was staring at the emptiness, but once in a while glanced at the device in his hand hoping to see some other result.
“What are we going to do Wannie?” Minwoo sobbed.
“We will keep it.”
“But…”
“Don’t worry, sweet cheeks.” The younger guy stroked the pink cheek. “This kid will be the luckiest kid in the world.”