Remember the next time you tell lies (even the little ones) that you are messing with people's lives.

Kibum removed the note from his locker. It looked to have been written on the back of a receipt from one of those fancy cocktail bars downtown, he could only guess how the resident school nerd  genius came by this specific a piece of paper. Kim Jonghyun was not cool enough to even have heard of 'The Wishing Well' let alone acquire a receipt totalling to 1000 dollars worth of liquor from the establishment.

The blonde rested his back against the locker eyes bored thoughtful holes into the ceiling. Jonghyun wore mismatched clothes branded with alien tags (apart from the sinful ensemble he strangely wore today), he tried hard to play his role as a nerd, loser and a nobody.  Kibum knew he wasn't the latter because he noticed the little things the mysterious boy couldn't hide.

Kim Jonghyun wrote like he had private handwriting lessons since birth, every endlessly elegant. He spoke in a manner which screamed sentiments of high social standing, although many thought he was a pauper on a scholarship. Kibum has never understood why and he also never understood why this bothered him. He closed his eyes, lashes fluttered shut, his thumb delicately caressing the written words on the note. Kim Jonghyun was giving him a headache.