our group was reading
a book,
drums, girls, and dangerous pie.
it was a sad book,
about how you shouldn't
take anything for granted.
that was why i cried.
"oh, my god,
you're crying?"
taehyung joked,
and i slapped him on the arm.
taehyung continued to
tease me,
and i laughed along.
but i refused to look over at
yoongi, afraid of what he thought.
but i felt a tap on my shoulder,
and i looked up
and was met for the first time
eyes,
eyes of who belonged to none other than
yoongi.
"here's a tissue,"
he spoke.
