you came back with a bowl that had steam coming out of it

I could tell from the smell that it was chicken soup

you put a couple of pillows behind me so that I was sitting up

you put lifted the spoon up to my mouth, your other hand underneath it

you told me to open up

I did as you said

I felt the warm liquid go down my throat,
warming my body

after a couple more spoonfuls,
I refused to eat more

you put down the bowl
and asked for my name

'jimin'
I whispered

you asked me to repeat myself

'park jimin'
I said again

you smiled,
saying it was a nice name

you told me yours;
kim taehyung

I wish you hadn't told me

because maybe if you didn't,
it wouldn't have happened