I had never liked winter, it was cold and everything was wet. Sitting inside always made me feel trapped, and when it was too cold outside, I really disliked it. But, snow, I liked snow. Whenever it was snowing, everything was quiet and beautiful. Even if it was night, if it was snowing, everything seemed so much brighter. Everything seemed so much purer.

I remember. I remember it all. I remember the first snow of that winter, it came late that year. I remember it.

// there's nothing that can be done anymore //

i swear to god i have no idea what this is all about. i don't know if this will be another short story like hidden, or whether this will be a longer fanfic.
i just felt like writing a jongin fanfic. (sigh) i suppose this will be angst.

like seriously, i only have a faint idea of the plot.