[✔️] Hazy Memories | YuWin

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July 26
Sunday

   "Oh my god- I swear to god if I stay in this apartment for one more day I'll go crazy!" The Japanese spoke to himself. The first few days he enjoyed the quiet and not having to deal with his loud members and dorm mates –cough cough, Donghyuck–; But after the fifth day the quietness felt unnatural, having no one anywhere. Yesterday when Sicheng had showed up unexpectedly, he didn't show it, but deep down he was excited for the company.

   Deciding he wanted to see the light of day from beyond his windows, Yuta got up from where he was on the citrusy laced couch. Walking to his closet he looked for suitable clothes for a quick outing to a convenience store; some graphic white t, a yellow plaid shirt, and a looser light blue jeans. Getting dressed, he looked in the mirror, thinking, "Hmm... I should dye my hair white again, I looked good with white hair."

   Putting on a mask he grabbed his keys and exited the apartment. He turned left to go to the elevator but stopped as he realized the elevator was to the right in this apartment. This is gonna take time to adjust to isn't it?

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"Thank you for shopping! Please come again soon!" He nodded to the cashier as he walked out the doors of the mini-grocery store. From one of his two bags he carried, he took out a piece of orange flavored candy. Stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, he pulled down his mask, unwrapping the single piece of hard candy and plopping it in his mouth. He was about to pull is mask back up when he heard screams from a few meters away.

"Omo! It's Yuta oppa!"

"Where? Where?"

"There! Look! It's really him!"

   Eyes wide, Yuta looked up to be met with a group of eight girls, phones out, looking him squealing. Fuck— Slowly he pulled his mask up, turned around, and began walking the opposite way from the girls to his apartment. Please don't follow please don't follow. Please one of the nicer fans and just take pictures from afar—

"Yuta-Oppa! Oppa! Can we get a picture!!?"

Of course the fuck not. He kept his arms closer to his body, keeping his bags of groceries close to him, he sped walked, weaving between people down the streets. He could hear the girls getting close; any other day he would've ran for it, but ever since the hospital visit he's been hyper aware of the pup growing in him and though the pup was small, he still felt that bit of weight in his stomach, and didn't think running would be very good for them as, even getting up too fast in the morning makes him vomit.

As he thought for a moment he accidentally bumped into someone, causing him to stumble and knock his shoulder against a store's glass window. While he rubbed his stinging shoulder the girls had caught up with him, looking around he noticed there was more than eight, he wasn't going to count, but definitely more than eight. He was being pushed up against the wall, personal space nonexistent as the girls pushed phones in front of his face and took pictures.