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Fifteen more minutes. Shuaibo knew that's how much time they had left until the movie would end, he’d checked on his watch.
Usually he wouldn't pay attention to things like these and would just enjoy the movie, but he’d overestimated how much he could drink early on and had just completely paced himself wrong and was now paying back for it.
His bladder was truly full, sending him constant reminders to find a bathroom. At this point he couldn't even focus on the movie anymore, just debating if he should get up and miss the rest of the movie.
Honestly he didn't care about the movie itself anymore, but he really didn't want to make people need to get up so he could pass through. Of course he was seated in the middle of the row too and since he was tall he’d surely block the vision of multiple people. The scene on screen right now was an action scene too, he could make someone miss crucial plot points.
But he was struggling like never before. He felt sweaty all over, just frozen in place with his legs tightly crossed, gripping the fabric of his pants at the thighs with a death grip. He felt like a water balloon surrounded by needles, just one movement away from bursting all over.
He’d been subtle enough about it that none of his group members had actually caught on. He was sitting next to Daisuke who had his eyes locked on the screen in fascination and Jeongwoo who’d been too busy fooling around with Woongki as subtly as possible, holding his hand through the entire movie even though it wasn’t even a romantic one. Typical of them.
The movie quieted down a bit into a tense sneaking scene rather than the full on action. Shuaibo really debated getting up right now, but before he could make up his mind there was a huge explosion on screen, spooking him out of his thoughts and he physically jumped a bit at the loud noise.
This had been a crucial mistake. It was like he’d jostled the water balloon that was his bladder and it had decided that enough was enough.
To his horror, it was completely out of his control from the start. Piss started slipping out no matter how hard he tried to hold it back. His entire crotch was quickly wet and the piss slipped down to wet his ass as it soaked into the cushioned seat underneath him, the liquid feeling burning hot everywhere it touched him.
This was absolutely humiliating and he did not want to even think about the possibility of anyone else sitting on the seat after him. He’d surely have to inform the staff, but how was he supposed to do that? He was a celebrity, he couldn’t have this spread around or his image would be completely ruined. Alongside the whole group’s image.
The stream eventually ended, all soaked into the seat and his pants and all he could do was sit there in terror, waiting for his faith and running through all the nightmare scenarios in his head. He did his best to hold back his tears but as he kept thinking about his faith more and more he couldn’t help it, they slipped down his face involuntarily. He made sure to not sniff loudly to keep all the attention away from himself, not even daring to reach up a hand to wipe off the tears.
After what felt like forever the movie finally ended and the credits started rolling. People started leaving the room but he simply remained seated, daring to reach up to wipe off his tears as there was more movement. Daisuke thankfully followed after the people to his other side to leave the theater, not a care in the world. He just hoped Jeongwoo would do the same and then maybe he could sneak out alone and not get caught.
But he’d been too hopeful.
“Shuaibo?” Jeongwoo spoke up softly, sounding concerned. And Shuaibo couldn’t help but look up to meet his eyes, looking at him through his tears.
Jeongwoo seemed to realize that there truly was something wrong and he glanced around. Woongki was still standing there, chatting it up with Han, but it seemed like he was waiting for Jeongwoo and Shuaibo as well.
“Go ahead, we’ll follow in a minute.” Jeongwoo told Woongki, who pouted a little, but did as told when Jeongwoo playfully pouted back at him. Worked like a charm.
“What’s wrong?” Jeongwoo asked gently once Woongki was far enough, able to finally communicate with him freely.
“I-” Shuaibo started before a sob broke his sentence. He just couldn’t get a proper hold of his emotions. “I couldn’t hold it.” he managed to explain after taking a shaky breath. Jeongwoo looked a bit confused for a moment before realization hit him as his eyes traveled to his crotch area to look for cues. Right.
Jeongwoo seemed to think for a moment before quickly taking off his sweater.
“Let’s wrap this around your waist.” he explained. “We’ll just tell them you’re feeling sick and I’ll go home with you and skip dinner with them.”
Shuaibo let out another sob, the guilt eating him alive. “But you wanted to go to dinner with them.” he pointed out, feeling even worse about the whole thing now.
“They can bring us takeout, don’t worry.” Jeongwoo reassured him, sweet as ever. “This is much more important right now.”
All Shuaibo could do was nod pathetically as he stood up, cringing at the wetness. He looked at the seat, horrified to see how obvious the damage was.
“They’re gonna know.” he pointed out, sniffling pathetically.
“It’s okay.” Jeongwoo reassured him. “I can tell them anonymously.”
Shuaibo just nodded, not coming up with any better solutions to the problem. He’d just have to trust that things would work out.
“Can I give you a hug? You look like a kicked puppy right now.” Jeongwoo asked, tilting his head a little and Shuaibo simply broke down, nodding before Jeongwoo pulled him in close. Jeongwoo hugged him tightly, tilting his head to give his cheek a little kiss, only pulling away when it started feeling like it had been a bit excessive.
“Let’s go, I got you.” Jeongwoo reassured him with a sweet smile.
Shuaibo nodded, letting Jeongwoo take his hand and guide him out. He just needed to trust that things would be sorted out.