Just Like a Memory | Yuwin ✔️

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The next few days were bliss. Perfect. Just the way they used to be. But all things perfect must come to an end.

We had spent what time we could together and he came to watch both nights we performed, the second one he sat backstage. It was nice having him around again, it felt as though my missing piece was no longer missing.

But as the time we had left together drew short, the familiar pit grew inside of me. We were soon to go back to Korea and I would have to leave him here. I would yet again have to surpass the pain that seems to follow when he leaves.

Our last morning in Japan was similar to his last in Korea. But luckily today we had more time before our flight.

During the morning Yuta woke me up early, insisting we needed to go somewhere. I sluggishly climbed out of bed and got myself dressed before following him out of the hotel.

We walked down the cold, empty streets, hand in hand. The cold breeze bought a feeling of freshness and relaxation. I rested my head against his arm as we walked, still a little worn out from the past week.

Eventually, we were stood in front of a small breakfast café. When we walked in, it was quiet as a few people were spotted at different tables around the room.

Yuta lead us to a table that was beside the window with a view of the bay. He smiled softly as he handed me a menu. After we ordered, we sat in silence, our hands locked together on the tabletop. I was yet to break down today, and by talking I knew I would probably end up crying one way or another. So instead I decided to keep quiet.

"You know, there is one thing we haven't done since you arrived and we defiantly need to do before you leave" Yuta smiled, breaking the silence that had settled for a good few minutes.

"Oh yeah? What's that?" I asked, keeping my sentences short and simple.

"How about I show you after breakfast?" He smiled with a wink as the waitress arrived, placing our food on the table between us.

As we ate our breakfast we would randomly start talking about something. Whether it be our plans over Christmas or something funny that had happened to one of us during our time apart.

The longer we sat in the cafe, the faster time seemed to pass. An hour and a half after we had walked in, we were walking out, our hands once again held tightly together.

We walked down the main street. I had no idea where Yuta was taking us so I just made sure my hand remained in his.

We had been waking a while when he suddenly stopped.

"Okay, do you recognise where we are? Look closely" he said. I looked around for a second before slowly shaking my head. As a response, he just continued to walk. Until again, he stopped.

"What about now?" he asked, a small smile forming from his lips. Again, I shook my head. He did it three more times, stopping and asking if I recognised the pace we stood. Each time I felt more and more guilty for not being able to remember.

Eventually, we were stood in a small white bandstand that overlooked the city and the sea.

"How about now?" he asked with a big smile. When I looked around I still couldn't figure out what he was on about. I felt clueless. The feeling of not knowing settled in. My already fragile state broke down. My eyes flooding with tears as I stood in front of Yuta.

He was quick to pull me into a hug, rubbing my back soothingly. "Hey, no. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please don't cry. Ugh, why do I always make you cry when I'm trying to do something cute" he pouted, cupping my cheeks as he looked at me, wiping my tears with his thumbs.