"do you mind if i
use your crayons?"
dongmin asked.
he sat at my alphabet table
and had a coloring book open.
"you can,"
i said to his hands.
dongmin was ten.
yoongi and i were both seven.
i wonder what school he went to.
yoongi still had not yet
said anything to me,
and i kept staring at his
fingers.
the both of them were busy
working on the coloring book,
and i started to feel very
awkward, standing at the
edge of the table.
i kept
staring and staring at their hands,
as if i wished for them to
talk to me.
