sunday
8:56 am
"taehyung, do you want to come?"
i invited him,
started to get ready for church.
"come where?"
"church, taehyung.
where i kicked your―" you cut me off,
covering my mouth with your hand.
"shush it! you don't have to mention it.
i know, okay?"
i laughed.
"anyway, i'm with yoongi."
"yoongi who?"
"oh gosh, that sounded like you're
into a knock knock joke. all right,
knock knock."
"who's there?"
"yoongi," i started to
feel excitement for my own
lame joke.
"yoongi who?"
"yoongi both young, when i first saw you,"
i sang, my voice so ugly
and annoying to hear.
"i don't get it,"
you said sternly.
"your joke should be yoongi, right?
where's the yoongi in that joke?"s
"oh i forgot, it's his nickname."
i covered my face with my hands
due to embarrassment.
"okay, nevermind. that was an
ugly joke."
"you didn't answer my question though,"
you reminded me.
"oh right! yoongi's my
closest cousin," i smiled.
"he's so nice, i promise you.
you'll like him."
"if you say so," you shrugged.
we left the house by 9:30 am
and directed ourselves to church.
yoongi met you,
you met yoongi.
you and yoongi became
close within just an hour.
