sunday
10:00 am
i went to church with my cousin.
we were focused during the homily;
but then i saw you in the corner;
me being surprised.
i wanted to go and talk to you,
but i knew you weren't even interested.
you go to my room when you need help;
although i'm willing to help you.
"sungja, focus,"
my cousin whispered.
i looked back at my cousin and just nodded;
but i couldn't stop thinking about you.
i'm worried about you.
"yoongi, i'll just go to the restroom,"
i lied; trying to excuse myself.
yoongi just nodded, relief felt inside me.
ha, a lame excuse worked.
i went to the corner―
where you were leaning,
immediately grabbing your wrist.
you were surprised, but i just whispered,
"let's go somewhere."
you immediately let go of my grip,
and made a confused look.
"can't you see i'm praying?
you're creeping me out.
i don't even know you."
your words pained me,
as if someone stabbed my heart.
my immature self activated―
kicked your balls.
"then don't go to my window ever again!"
i screamed which caused me a scene.
the father, the people, the choir―
everyone got their eyes on me.
i was embarrassed,
making me run away.
"sungja!" i heard yoongi call.
