Jongin came in fragments. Flashes of childhood memories – a mixtape of pebbles tapping on windows and the screech of metal on swings – stitched together with inescapable emotions. (author's note) Guess who's back with a new Kaisoo fic after a very long hiatuuusss?

Sometimes things happen and we try our hardest to find the reason why but we still can't. Because some things just happen and it's not our job to understand why. (author's note) A short drabble because I have midterm exams starting tomorrow and I am getting nowhe

The thing about Do Kyungsoo and Kim Jongin is that they are not something you can easily define and sketch with elegant words. They are two wandering souls in search of a salvation and perhaps they needn't look too far. (author's note)