Just Like a Memory | Yuwin ✔️

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑳𝒆𝒇𝒕

I didn't want to move. I was scared that if I did he would leave. I always felt that way next to him, but today, it was reality.

We both laid in bed, snuggled up under the sheets. My head rested on his chest and I could feel and hear his heart beating. The way his fingers brushed through my hair so delicately. I never wanted that feeling to end.

When the alarm finally rang, I felt my body stiffen and my grip around him tighten. I buried my face into his chest and the tears in my eyes flowed over the edge. I felt him take a deep breath as his hand rest on the back of my head.

"I need to have a shower. Wait here for me?" he asked softly. I tilted my head up so my chin was now resting on his chest so I could see him. He ran his thumb delicately over my cheek, wiping away the tears.

I shook my head and he just smiled sadly. "Please. Just wait here and I'll be back. Ten minutes tops" he said. I slowly unravelled myself from him, rolling onto my back beside him instead.

I stared up at the ceiling and he pecked my forehead before leaving the bed, allowing the cold to attack my body before he pulled the blanket back over me.

I still felt cold. Not physically, but emotionally. It felt cold to think that this was our last morning together and from today on out, this would be how my mornings would start. Me, lying in bed, alone, staring at the ceiling, thinking about what it would be like to have him by my side.

The time he was gone dragged. It was barely ten minutes and yet it felt like an eternity. When he walked back in, fully clothed, he smiled down at me. Just that alone made my tears start up again, pouring down my cheeks like rivers.

He let out a sad sigh before climbing back onto the bed and engulfing me in a hug. I hid my face in the crook of his neck as his arms wrapped tightly around me, pulling me closer to him. My tears continued to fall and my breaths became uneven. I wasn't ready for him to leave. I don't think I ever will be.

Ever since we found out he would have to move to Japan, he kept trying to comfort me, telling me how it was only a short plane ride away. But it wasn't that easy and we both knew it. Between promotions with the Chinese line and 127, I barely had time to breathe, let alone visit him.

As he held me I could tell that he was just as reluctant to let go, though he had that much more will power than me, pulling away slightly and placing a hand on each of my arms to hold me in front of him.

"I'm going to make breakfast. Get dressed and then come join us alright" He instructed carefully. I nodded and wiped my eyes, making them redder than they already were.

Once he left the room and I walked to the wardrobe and pulled out a pair of black jeans, a white t-shirt, a pastel pink jumper and my white converse.

As I was getting dressed, I noticed how unusually empty the room felt. Yuta had finished packing yesterday evening and I hadn't noticed how much was gone until now. I felt my eyes well up again but wiped away the tears with my sleeve before they could spill.

I took a deep breath before stepping out into the dorm. Most of the boys were already sat in the lounge or the kitchen, some eating already, others waiting their turn. Yuta had insisted on helping with making breakfast since it was his last day in the dorm and Taeyong was more than happy to accept the offer.

I shuffled into the kitchen and sat on a stool at the counter, watching as different members moved in and out of the room. It felt like one of those scenes on TV where the person is sat still and the world moves at two times speed around them.

I was snapped out of my small haze when Yuta placed a plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of me, accompanied by a glass of apple juice.

"Shh, don't tell the others you got chocolate chips. I made them just for you" He winked with a soft smiled before returning to making the others their food.