I See Colors | Taegi

six

I cover my mouth
   as if my tongue will begin screaming.

   "...Are you okay?"
   Yoongi asks me
   with his voice showing that
   he is judging me
   but thinks it would be better
   if he seems more concerned.

   I nod.

"Yeah...yeah. I'm okay. I think."

   I can feel my tongue pass out.

Yoongi's looking at me,
and I realize that I am acting
weird.

"I just...wanted to apologize... uh-..."

While I spoke,
Yoongi raised his eyebrows
as if he's made a discovery,
so I cut myself off.

"For what?"

   In a strange magic,
the color cornflower
and the taste of his voice
distract all of my senses
and most of my mind.

For a second
I feel bliss.
In the next,
I remember the situation
and feel
awkward.

I clear my throat.
"Um-
I heard people talk bad about you
because of, uh, what happened in astronomy,
and I know how it feels
to be an outcast and stuff...
So, I wanted to say sorry
for your bad impression of the school."

I feel my mind
drill a hole into my heart
and repeatedly ask it
why it's decided to act this way.

For a moment,
Yoongi has a soft smile
before removing it.
Then he looks at me
with a less intimidating look.

I can't say
that I don't react,
but I don't know
the exact way I do.

"That's nice of you,
but I don't know why you need to apologize."

   I gulp
   so that I don't laugh
   at my own expense.

   Yoongi sees my response
   before looking back at the piano.

   Neither of us move
   as if both our minds
   were moving for us.

   "I guess I apologized
   because that's what everyone else does."

   Yoongi looks back at me for a while.
   In the silence,
   I wonder if he is trying to find something
   that is invisible to him.

   I try to smile again
as I walk over to him
   and offer him my hand.

   "Um... I'm Kim Taehyung."

   I like my name
   because all of the letters are golden,
   and it gives me confidence in myself.

   A few seconds of silence and white pass by,
   but soon,
   he takes my hand.
   "Min Yoongi."

I already know his name,
but for some reason,
when I hear it come from his voice
it sounds completely different.

   "Nice to meet you."

   I hope that he will respond after that,
   but I only get a hum.

   I look over to the piano
   which Yoongi is still sitting by.
   All of the keys look plain,
   hiding the colors behind them.
   It makes sense
   that that's the instrument he plays.

Suddenly
I feel Yoongi try to pull his hand away.
I forgot to let go
and haven't thought of loosening my grip,
and I'm yanked
forward.