THE VIOLINIST AND HIS PIANIST. / KTH

nine

"sola,

sola!

watch me play this!"

he sounded like a

toddler, and i couldn't

help but smile

just a teeny

tiny bit.

but he played it for me:

and when his bow

played the strings,

it didn't sound like a

nightmare anymore.

at least for today.

i couldn't help but still

listen to the mistakes and

imperfections,

but for now,

this would do.

"good job,

taehyung," i muttered.

although i scowled,

he beamed at me.

that's the first time

i saw him smile.