If Jinyoung was sure of anything, it was that he was stuck in a rut.

He couldn't seem to find a way out of it, either.

Whether it was song writing, recording, producing, or even learning simply dance moves for performances, he couldn't seem to accomplish anything.

Sure, on the outside, it seemed like he was able as ever, happy as ever, but he could assure you that none of it was true. He felt like his insides were ripping themselves apart. His heart was breaking for no particular reason. He would cry if he could, but the tears never formed, and the pain in his chest just sharpened with each attempt to use his seemingly dry tearducts. He needed something to save him from the darkness that seemed to creep around the edges of his vision. He needed an angel, one with wings, one that could teach him how to once again fly.

And then she found him.