THE VIOLINIST AND HIS PIANIST. / KTH

twenty one

"have you ever liked

someone as much

as you did

playing the piano?"

he asked me one day,

unrolling the wrapper

of his kimbap.

i took a while

to respond.

had i?

i don't really remember.

the last person i could

think of was yoongi,

but it was more of an

admiration than a real fancy

to liking someone.

i looked up to yoongi,

and along the way,

i guess i had fell for him, too,

but it wasn't in a way

where it made my heart pang

inside my chest.

not like childhood crushes

while i was still in school.

but there had been this one boy,

lately, caught up in my mind.

i wondered if he felt the same,

but i pushed it off as me being silly,

and that it would come and go away.

i shook my head.

however, i started talking.

"nope. but as of late,

someone has been on my mind,"

i told him.

he basically jumped

from his seat.

"who? who?" he asked,

repeatedly.

i bit my lip,

and his eyes twinkled.

"i think you'll find out

very soon,"

i answered.