dongmin was fifteen.
i don't know what he
looks like anymore.
yoongi and i were thirteen.
we were in the same class,
the same table,
the same group.
i haven't had a
real conversation
with him
in a long time.
i sat across from
taehyung, my best friend.
yoongi sat next to him.
i glanced at him
from the corner of my eye,
and i glimpsed his hands.
and for the first time
in a while,
i remembered how it
fit into my own hands
all those years ago.
i know they're not the same.
