THE VIOLINIST AND HIS PIANIST. / KTH

seventeen

by this time,

everyone's getting

nervous now.

they start to practice

more diligently and carefully,

making sure not to slip up.

i tell taehyung this,

and he nods,

eyes intently on me,

but his violin and bow

in hand.

we go over our long,

tiring song and

continue to practice.

until 5 am.

"i think i'll quit

before the recital,"

he taunts jokingly,

teasing me.

"i dare you," i tell him.

time passes quickly,

but i'm surprised

that i forgot

it got this late.

would his parents

be worried that he's

out late like this?

we watch the sunrise,

and kick each others' feet

over some jokes.

and i laugh and laugh,

until the sky's an azure blue again

and when clouds are evident

and when the bright sun is high up.

this is when i give out one last yawn,

resting my head on his shoulder,

and i last recall falling asleep

with his head on mine

that day.