It's cold.
Here, in my bed it's so cold.
Last October was easier.
We were warm in each other's arms. Not just physically, emotionally.
When I came home from practice, you were there. When I came home you were home from class, cooking dinner for us. You would smile, greet me and ask me about my day, and tell me about yours. We were there for each other.
Now I come 'home' to the dorm. There are 6 men but I feel alone. Hobi, jimin,and jin may be dancing and singing and cooking, tae and jungkook might be pranking a sleeping yoongi, but it feels so dead.
Your brother really hates me. He might kill me in my sleep, and I know the boys my junior have lost all respect for me, too.
I know it was stupid. I know there's nothing I can do now though, I'm just, cold.
