fingers ʸᵐⁿ

sixteen

we weren't idols.
we weren't famous.

but, music was our passion.

the way we connected with each other
was through music.

how we would sway our hearts

to the music.

you would always peck the back of my hand afterward,
saying that those fingers of mine were beautiful.

i would always giggle at the cheesiness.

i was snuggled in bed with you, thinking about what happened hours earlier.

you had kneeled in front of me, taking out a box
with a silver band inside.

"park jimin, my world. can you become a min and wear this ring on your beautiful finger meant just for it?"

it seemed like you didn't practice saying any of that.
the way it came out was kind of funny.

and, of course

i said yes.

min yoongi,

i'm your fiancé now.