I See Colors | Taegi

fifty-six

The bell rings
   to represent the end of English class.
   There's only astronomy left
   before lunch starts.

   My English
   is still very rusty,
   and I often slur each of the words
   as they combine like chemicals
   to form some sort of
   explosive and incompatible result.

   But,
   I can hear it
   very well.

   As I walk to the door
   the teacher calls my name.

   "Yes?"
   I walk over to her desk.

   "Bring these papers to the front office for me.
   I'll write you an excuse for your next class."

   She hands me
three papers.
Two of them are stapled,
and the one on top looks like
some sort of form.

"Okay."

She soon hands me
a small filled out pass.

"Thank you."

I bow
then leave the classroom

The hallways are full
of people walking back and forth.
The office is at a dead end
so that students wouldn't keep disturbing
the people inside.

At least,
that's what I like to think
the reasoning of it is.

The people in the office
never talk to me.
I just set the papers on the front desk,
they give me a look,
and then I leave.

The hallways are empty now,
which I much prefer,
as I can finally have some
time to think.

My birthday is in two days.
Nobody but me,
my family,
my old friends,
and Yoongi
know that.

   This is the first time in a while
   that I've been excited for my birthday.

   I still want to do something for Yoongi
   but I don't know what.
It just has to be special.
Like him.

   "Taehyung!
   Some friends you've got there, huh?"

   I stop walking and
   blink out of my mind
   only to see Sanghoon
   standing there again.

   I furrow my eyebrows.
   "Shouldn't you be in class?"

   "Who cares that deeply about biology?"
   Sanghoon rolls his eyes.
   "Well,
   except you maybe."

   "You know you can get in
   a lot of trouble for skipping
   if I just go to the front office,
   right?"

   "I have a pass though."
   Sanghoon waves the paper around.
   "Technically,
   I'm going to the bathroom."

   I sigh and
   continue walking.

   "Wait, TaeTae!
   I have one thing I've gotta show you!"

   I turn around again.

   Sanghoon's suddenly
   much closer to me.

   "Just let me go to class,
   Sang-"

   He pushes me
   and my back hits a wall,
his hands
wrapped around mine.

   I try to move my wrists,
   but they're stuck like glue.

For the first time
in such a long time
I stare at someone
with biological anger
instead of psychological.*

   "Let go of me."