2011 – February.

“If you’d have a one wish, what would you wish for?”

Sehun bites his lower lip, eyes searching for a bench mark from the ceiling. They are lying on his bed side by side, doing absolutely nothing. Jongin, who is waiting for an answer, pokes the younger one’s arm less gently making him wriggle in his place.

“I’m not sure…”

Sehun blinks.

“What would you wish?”

It’s ridiculously easy to direct attention elsewhere: Sehun can almost hear the excitement in Jongin’s voice when he takes a deep breath before answering. A small but not entirely happy smile rises on corner of his mouth.
It was too easy.

“I really wish to be happy. I want to have some fun. I wish to meet someone stunning and perfect, fall in love and live a happy life. I wish everything to be perfect and– I know what you’re going to say! ‘But Jongin, that’s impossible’, and I know it is but I still wish for it. Dreams aren’t always a bad thing, right?”

Jongin looks at his friend, who tried to open his mouth earlier to say something but failed when the older one continued talking anyway.

“I was only going to remind you that you only have one wish. Not five”, Sehun stated calmly, causing Jongin to roll his eyes.

“Aish, whatever”, he muttered and ruffled his already messy hair with one hand. Sehun’s eyes followed how Jongin got up off the bed and straightened himself, stretching his arms a little. Their eyes met for a moment before the younger one turned his gaze away: a strange, pulsating feeling filled him whenever he saw those dark eyes looking right at him.
Jongin’s steps were as quiet and soft as always when he moved to the door.

“I’m going. See you tomorrow maybe?” Jongin asked, his hand on the doorknob.  

Sehun his lips, like always when he was nervous.

“Jongin.”

“Mm?”

“Um… Nothing. See you tomorrow.”

Jongin looked at him for a moment before a smile rose on his lips and he nodded, opening the door.

“If I had a one wish… It would be you.”

But Jongin failed to hear it: he had already shut the door behind him.