[✔️] Hazy Memories | YuWin

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I originally wasn't gonna add like dates but like.... I'm gonna have to or else you'll (coUgh, me, cOUgh) will get confused lol

FYI In this universe you are told your subgender at the age of 14.

Also i realized this book will mostly likely be mostly Yuta centric as like... ya know, he's le bottom..... I'll try my best to do Sichengs POV as much as I can tho without it being boring—

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May 10 2020
Monday

    "Fuck fuck fuck, fuck my life, fucking hell." A hellstorm of colourful curses were being strung together in his head. Yuta was walking the hallway of the practice rooms, heading towards NCT's designated room; the only problem was... his ass hurts like as if the Hulk fisted him. And it was not pleasant. How the fuck does it hurt more than yesterday?! What witchcraft is this!? If anything, his limp was worst, and he was sure that, no matter how much he tries to hide it, it's still very obvious. What excuse can he make? If he says he twisted his ankle —which he'll have to go with now that he already told Mark and Jaehyun that— they'll probably think it's really bad and send him to the hospital, only for them to find out he's fine, he's just got his cherry popped.

   And he'd rather that not happen.

   So all in all; he's fucked. I mean- he was fucked the other day— He's screwed. He's utterly screwed.

   Taking a deep breath, he tested out a few smiles, hoping to mask the pain. He twisted the knob, and walked -as best he could- into the room, "Good morning yeoreobun~" He put on a bright smile as he went to the back to put his bag down.

   Johnny, who was stretching in the middle of the room beside Donghyuck, "Hey Yuta! How was Saturday night?" The other members, of course being intrigued, as they don't really get to go to parties as you know, being idols and being careful of their image and blah blah. And honestly it was Yuta's first time at a party outside The safety of their dorms since New Years.

   "Oh, it was great. There was food, girls, guys, dancing... drinks~" The members laughed as his tone, the same voice he had when he had mentioned his two hour long 'secret time' a year ago during the relay cams. "Taeyongie, when do we start practice then?" He asked, wanting to bring the attention away from himself and the party.

   The leader looked at his watch, "Hm... if Jungwoo isn't late, then in ten minutes at eight." Nodding, Yuta sat on the ground to stretch, trying not to wince.

~

   "Hey, Yuta? Are you okay?" Yuta, who was drinking from his water bottle and somewhat panting, responded;

   "Y-Yeah? Why?"

   Taeyong asked him, unknowingly loud enough for the other five members to hear– the five who were also listening in. "I couldn't help but notice you were um, like, limping?"

   The Japanese mentally cursed. It was true, throughout the last three hours since they started practicing, the pain was becoming uncomfortable with the large movement of their songs Kick It and their upcoming comeback with Punch that they were currently learning. His balance had been distributed wrongly as so the pain wouldn't be so, there, and causing him to mess up quite a bit; and messing up dance routines is definitely not Yuta-like, causing the members to worry.

   "Oh I'm fine, just that at the party I think I twisted my ankle? I'm not completely sure, but I forgot to put any medical bandages on yesterday cuz I just, went straight to bed..." He trailed off, fingers brushing the ends of his brown hair. I hope that was believable enough... "I- I should be good enough to dance for tomorrow's stage though!"