Jongin settles on the couch next to his window and fixes his gaze at the clock hanging above his messy desk.

11:58 p.m.

His eyes follow the movement of the second hand as it inches nearer and nearer to 12. It has one more round to go before the clock strikes midnight.

11:59 p.m. 

He stands up when the second hand passes 12 and reaches out to open the window. Night breeze caresses his face and he relishes in the coolness with a smile. He sits back down and shut his eyes and waits.

12:00 a.m.

A gush of wind wafts through his window and he hears the familiar shuffling of paper on the parquet floor of his room. He opens his eyes and sees a rice-grey folded letter with a word scribbled in the middle. A word, or rather, a name, that never fails to make his heart race – Kyungsoo. 

Jongin recalls that he only has five minutes altogether to read what Kyungsoo has written and to write whatever he wants in return before he is to toss that letter back out through the window. 

After he finishes what he wishes to convey, as usual, he signs off with his name and a sentence right under. A sentence, that Kyungsoo's eyes always linger upon wistfully, with a sad smile, though it is impossible for Jongin to see.

I wish I can meet you.