# W for Wanderlust:

So finally came March and Jungshin could smell spring in the air. The cool breeze stuffed with slight floral fragrance danced across his skin, array of sunshine gleamed beyond his eyes. Jungshin had no idea why the first day of March had to be this beautiful; perhaps it was a sign of humiliation, from the whole world around him, for his foolish love.

Minhyuk was in Chicago, Yonghwa was busy preparing for his solo concert, and Jonghyun was probably with his new wife at the time being. That guy, he had never been good at dealing with women. Jungshin imagined the clumsy guitarist giving flowers to a girl he met for the first time, which was quite unusual of him to do so; then just stood there doing nothing, his face filled with awkwardness. The bassist chuckled, feeling as if bittersweet was starting to choke up in his throat.

In time of depression Jungshin would take his camera and go downtown alone. There, no one would recognize him behind his cover; no one would recognize a lonesome boy who was already lost on his road finding beloved. There, he would take pictures of any couples he encountered, from young and wild as saplings to aged and mature like pines standing on the hill. Jungshin would walk until his legs ached and his mind washed away with oblivion.

If only he could evaporate from this world.