First of all, I just want to apologize to all my readers and subscribers. I can't say how I feel apologetic for almost abandoning this story just because I got caught up in a new fandom [I'm a Potterhead now.] and a new site. I hope that this chapter is long enough to be able to make up the months I left this story alone. Again, I am so sorry! Please forgive me..

Weeks passed by and the show is going great, and Woomin-- not so much. There are no signs of him going back to his old self, and he is slowly starting to forget how to talk. It's either being a baby tires him out or he just doesn't know how to talk and starts to grow backwards. That worried the EXO members the most. Especially Sehun. He may be a rival of attention to Woomin, but he wants his hyung back, and can't imagine what would happen to EXO with their Xiumin gone.

"Filming starts in 2!" the producer called out. 

Sehun muttered, "Another day of getting called out by 'picking on our "precious Woomin."' He imitated Baekhyun, doing jazz hands. He fumbled with the hem of his white long sleeve. 

"Yah, Oh Sehun. Hold Woomin for me and I'll be back quickly," said D.O. "Don't make him cry, okay?" he added, glaring at the 2nd maknae. 

Sehun tried to protest and held Woomin with an arm lenght of a distance, so he is technically holding Woomin with his arms stretched infront of him. D.O. came back and took a fussing Woomin away from Sehun with a strange look. 

-time skip after filming-

"YAH, OH SEHUN!" yelled a