❛ My name is Kim Jongin.
I'm the writer who lives next door.

the spring comes with a fluttering heart but i’m standing at the tip of fall my memories have stopped in the winter i’ve put all the warmth in between the cracked skin of my dried heart memories are trapped inside the frozen river but it holds onto me and doesn’t let go of my hand after i got to know the cold separation the blooming spring doesn’t come anymore cherry blossoms fall like snowflakes, it’s cold here sunshine falls like a snowstorm, it’s only cold for me if i touch anything, it freezes so i’m afraid to hold your hand because if you come close to me, your heart might catch a cold too.

See you tomorrow hyung! Don't forget!