《our princess || NCT 19th Member》ʏᴜᴡɪɴs ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ
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"," Johnny said while recording the room full of the 127 members "
" " Haechan pointed out. Seconds later the door slammed open scaring the boys in the room. A brown haired girl calmly walked in the room, slightly fixing her messed up hair. Soon after her boyfriend followed after, a bit out of breath.
"," the girl whispered while patting her boyfriend's back but quickly retracted her hand after feeling the sweat on his shirt.
"," Johnny told the girl who started to unwrap a lollipop.
"?" Giselle questioned slightly confused on what's happening.
"," Johnny said pointing at Jaehyun who was drawing Yuta. Giselle immediately ran to Jaehyun's side and looked at the drawing, upon looking at the drawing Giselle started to laugh like a maniac.
"" Giselle said between laughs unable to get the drawing of Yuta out of her head.
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"" Mark asked the girl who was sitting down and writing on her small notebook.
"," Giselle told the boy while slightly leaning on Samuel and raising her notebook up.
"?" Mark asked but Giselle shrugged, "?"
"," Samuel told the older boy.
"Mark asked again
Giselle explained while showing the Japanese letter and half written Chinese one.
"Mark asked the girl a bit shyly.
"
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"," Doyoung said. Jaehyun got up ready to show the pictures but all the attention was on their girl member who started to laugh all over again.
"?" Yuta asked slightly nervous of what her laughter meant.
"," Jaehyun said making Giselle laugh even harder which caused her to fall down to the floor.
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".." Doyoung stopped and looked closer to the computer in front of him seeing that it had no song ""
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"," Giselle told the MC sassily while having a smirk on her face and walked over to the piano, ""
Giselle's fingers lightly touch the piano keys in front of her. Her fingers danced across the black and white keys making a beautiful mellow sound fill the room. Everyone's eyes looked at the girl who soon started to sing. Her beautiful unique voice mixed perfectly with the mellow sound.
"" Winwin pointed out, entranced by the song he and Yuta have heard too many times to count. As the song continued on the members even the staff started to get more and more entranced by the song the young girl was singing. Then Giselle stopped singing,it became silent in the room. One by one the members started to clap once getting out of their trance.
"," was all the two birthday boys could say.
Giselle looked at her boyfriend who was in a slight shock but quickly got up and ran to the girl giving her her small notebook. She then cleared her throat and started to speak Japanese, "
Yuta got up slightly wiping a tear that had fallen and hugged Giselle hard but not enough to hurt her but enough to make sure that she is there safe in his arms knowing that no one will take her from him or any of the members. Giselle hugged him back while rubbing his back like how a mother would. She then pushed him away so he could sit in his seat.
"Sicheng, you are my other third. You can help me with things that no one can. These days are getting harder for all of us but you always have to remember that we are 11 and that we will be there for you and as one of your thirds it's my responsibility to make sure you're okay. I have more to say but it's getting long so here," Giselle ripped out two pieces of paper of her notebook and gave one to Winwin and another one to Yuta. It contained the rest of the letter she wrote them.
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"?" Giselle switched back to Korean to ask her members who replied with a no, ""
"" Doyoung asked Giselle.
"?"
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"," said Mark after reading his small note for Yuta and Winwin.
"," Giselle winked at Mark making him flustered.
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"," Yuta jokingly said while proudly showing off his cotton swaps.
"" Giselle told the Japanese boy making him immediately apologize.
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"!" Giselle ran over to Yuta and gave him what looked like a ring. Then she ran back to her seat and watched Yuta put the ring on Winwin with satisfaction.
"?" Mark asked while hitting the girl's shoulder.
"," Giselle told the older boy while watching Yuta and Winwin having fun slightly wondering if it's going to be the same next year. After all everything is going to change in a couple of months.
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