Jongdae: you okay Jongin
Joonmyeon: you’ve been quiet lately
Jongin: I’m fine

Jongin was not fine. He wasn’t fine at all. Because no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t dance. He kept messing up, hurting his ankle more and more, and he felt so lost. He shakily wrapped the supporting ankle brace around his foot.

He wasn’t sure what to do anymore. Things were almost painful.

With a sigh, he looked out the window. Snowflakes were dancing to the ground, floating in the air and swirling. He had never thought of snow as something sad before. But something in his chest ached as it reminded him of when he was in New York a year ago.

And even though he knew it would hurt, he swiped through his pictures on his phone to the ones of them in Central Park, rolling around in the snow and laughing until their throats hurt from the cold.

A chill takes over his body as something terrifying set in. It was like he didn’t know who he was anymore. There was no more him. There was only a them. They gave and gave and gave to each other, and now that was yanked out from underneath him, he wasn’t sure about anything anymore.

It was like he was on the cold, hard ground, melting dirty snow patches around him. It was ugly.

No wonder they had told each other they were controlling, even if they didn’t really mean it. Because they had been, and he wasn’t able to see it. He