The day was a soothing wound; rough, painful at the beginning but slowly mellowing into slight discomfort. The glares and whispers directed at him returned to gazes of indifference, and the jolly giant that had been disturbed returned to his jesting self, if but a bit more quiet. But alas, like all wounds, scars remained, though formless, he felt them. The air may have been cleared, but colour of fumes stilled in the air, painting feigned serenity over the conflict.

The school day ended as always, and the three parted ways at the Central Plaza.

Later that day, in the evening, Kyungsoo rested, on his back, against the futon. The sound of his elder sister's sewing machine running and the TV downstairs loud as can be, he tried to find solace on the special device in his hands: Lay's gift to him.

He reflect on the day, on what transpired and the source of his emotions; it all came back to him. Whether it was egotistical to retrace every bit of conflict and interest back to one's self, he didn't know, but all he acknowledge was the need to fix his faults; his cautiousness, and callousness.

His inability to let go, to throw his arms in the air and fall back into the arms of his loved ones started to cause a rift in his relationships. For Kyungsoo, his mind's vision only saw one side; the need to please and protect those around him, with no expectation in return.

But he needed to start expecting, he needed to lower his shields, or lose the very treasures he shielded for.

His white fingers the screen of the phone, underlining the wishing app's poignant title-phrase “Tell Me Your Wish.”

He knew not to wish for himself, for what occurred with Jongin. Selfishness caused his heart to break and so, any wishes he had, they'd have to be for other people's happiness.

He closed his eyes and thought of h