THE VIOLINIST AND HIS PIANIST. / KTH

twenty seven

as if my wish had been granted,

my fingers almost stopped playing

when i heard a familiar noise

from the left side of the stage.

numerous gasps and murmurs

filled the crowd,

and i saw confusion

etched on the faces

of the audience members,

and especially the judges.

there was a violin.

but i wasn't playing it,

and neither was anyone else

i knew of.

when i turned carefully

while still playing,

i felt the weight

on my shoulders

lift off,

and vanish.

there he was,

bandages covering

his beautiful head

and a patch in front

of his left eye.

he was in

a wheelchair.

but he was wearing

a formal tux,

and he had his

bow and violin

in hand.

he smirked at me,

bruised and all.

i would've taken this time

to yell at him,

and ask him why

he's out and about

when he's supposed

to be resting.

but for now,

i'm just so, so glad.

that kim taehyung,

my duet partner,

is okay.