The grass flows in the dead wind. He's alone. He's the survivalist. He's the king of the world. But he's broken, can  he be fixed? Or will his crumbled pieces turn to ash in the wind. 

A small drabble of you, Kwangmin, and Kikwangie on your birthday. Involves misguided love, princely characters, and an awkward you.    Enjoy~   -Rin   PS. (Note from me as a fanfic writer now) This was my first fanfic ever, so please don't judge harshly. 

Kwangmin stayed at home during Valentine's Day, like he always did. Every year he would sit at  the living room on his own watching countless romance movies. He would stare out the window watching couples pass his house holding hands or hugging each other tenderly.  He envied them. Only because as much as he wanted to spend the time with the person he loved so much, th