i don't remember
the crowd cheering
for us as i walked
backstage,
but i didn't care.
when i walked inside,
i couldn't help but
burst into tears
as all the contestants
looked at me.
they stared at me and him
together with questions.
i couldn't hug him
as he was in a wheelchair,
but he got up,
limping,
to give me a hug anyway.
"it's okay, i can still walk,
so it's nothing serious."
i looked at him,
and pulled him
to a spot
where there were
fewer people.
i carefully lifted
the eye patch up
to examine it,
and i almost screamed
when i saw the state
they left him in.
"taehyung!" i yelled.
"sola, i'm alright,"
he pushed it off
like it was nothing.
"did they catch the
people who did this?"
he nodded his head quietly.
i didn't do anything else
in fear i would've
hurt him without meaning to.
"why did you push me out?
i should be in your position,"
i said.
he shook his head.
"i could never live
with knowing
that i let you get hurt
like that."