fingers ʸᵐⁿ

eight

i stood in front of the door.

seeing you like this
hurt me so, so much.

i came over to you,
placing my fingers
on your cheek.

i remembered
that first sentence you said to me
on that day we met.

you touched my fingers,
grasping them tightly.

red.
red bloody lines decorated ur skin.

no. why?

i pulled the sleeve down more
and i brought your wrist to my lips.

i begin to place kisses 
all over ur arms.

i look at you.
"why are you doing this?"

you said,

"it's ok, jimin. it's lasted three years."

three years?

what happened three years ago,
min yoongi?