NCT One-Shots

Autumn Breeze|YuWin

                           Yuta x Winwin

People carelessly walk over the dead, crunchy leaves, all going someplace. Or to someone.

Couples hold hands, some of them risking the chilly fall air, others hands being covered with gloves or mittens. Children jump into piles of leaves, throw them up in the air, find joy in crunching on them. Their energy doesn't match the cold weather but it's refreshing.

Yuta misses the time him and his ex would admire the details of the season. The scenery, the fashion (that was mostly his ex), the food, especially pumpkin spice flavored things (they proudly admit they're basic).

He takes a sip of his still-warm hot chocolate, letting the liquid warm his hands through the foam cup.

He just sits there, trying to find beauty and happiness in the thing that's made him so sad to experience alone.

Yuta tries not to think of Winwin. He knows it's useless and he's just going to end crying in front of strangers. But he can't help but miss him.

It's stupid. It's been a year and yet his heart still misses him like it's the first day he left.

When the memory pops into his head, Yuta bolts up from the bunch, accidentally gaining the attention of the people near him. He holds a hand up, giving them an embarrassed smile as he hurries away and down the wide, concrete walkway.

As soon as he makes it into his apartment, which is luckily close by the park, he breaks down, sliding against the door as he sinks onto the ground. He pulls his knees up to his chest and rests his arms on top of them, placing his head down while he cries into the dark fabric of his black jeans and black, wool trench coat.

Like he needs more pain, he remembers how he'd ended up with said coat. Winwin got it for him. He'd said that it was cute how excited Yuta got over matching stuff and the weather was getting cold so he thought a coat was a good idea. Then he'd pulled Yuta into his arms, stared at him with that damned look of love, and gently kissed his nose before moving onto his lips.

His lips are something Yuta misses the most. They were always distracting him. 'Cause he always wanted to kiss Winwin. And they were so soft. Chapped half the time but soft otherwise.

And the way Winwin kissed him was enough to make him go dizzy. It was insane, really. How much power the male had over Yuta. He was everything. Hell, he's still his everything.

And that's why it hurts so damn bad.

He's probably moved on. You should too, that's what he tried telling himself.

But he doesn't even mean it 'cause honestly, he doesn't want to move on. He's holding onto the pathetic hope that one day Winwin will come back to him.

He chuckles at his stupidity. No one can tell him he's not optimistic. An idiot? Definitely.

Eventually, he manages to pick himself up from the floor and into the kitchen. He opens his fridge and smiles when he sees the pre-made food his friend, Taeyong, made for him. He takes the container eat and begins eating the grapes as he looks around for something sweet to add to his meal.

He knows that by preparing his meal, Taeyong was hoping he wouldn't resort to sugary confections (again) but he can't help it, it helps his heart right now even if it'll be the death of him in the long run. (Or short run if it kills him soon).

Eventually, he finds a box of muffin mix he can make.

But he's also lazy so he just sets it on the counter as he grabs the container and takes it into the living room, turning on the TV to watch his comfort show so he can attempt to forget Winwin for what feels like the hundredth time.