I take a deep breath; breathing in the cold air. It's late, or if you are that kind of person, you can say it's early. Either one will do. There are only a few people out still wandering the streets.

I wonder which one of them is a murder waiting for they're next prey. I'm glad that I offered to walk Changkyun home. Well, instead of walking, I started carrying him. Why did I agree with him?

Both my arms and back are starting to hurt. My legs are beginning to wobble a bit. I can feel sweat is trickling down my face. I can't keep this up any longer. 

"I can't carry you anymore! You're too heavy for me!" I groan.

Changkyun gasps. "No, I'm not!"

"Remind me again why I am carrying you on my back?" 

"Because you are a nice person." He says with a wide grin.  

Nice person, huh. Seokjin said the same thing before. 

...

"My name? Why is that?"

"It doesn't suit you."

"Doesn't suit me. How so?"

"Hm, I'm not sure. It just doesn't fit."

"Okay. Give me a name that will fit then."

...

Even though I'm complaining about carrying him on my back, I don't mind at all. He is warm and smells quite nice; minus the alcohol. 

"Okay for real this time I don't think I can carry you any further."

"No! Please, just a little bit more." He whined.

"My back is hurting. I have been carrying you for 20 minutes."

"Okay."

I feel like he is pouting right now. 

I release his legs letting him hop off my back. There is a bench next to us. Changkyun plops down on it. I stretch out my back and arm before sitting down next to him. 

He is staring up at the sky. The stars are still visible. 

While he is staring, I check my phone: no message or calls. It's almost four. I wonder if they are home now.  I wonder if he is home. 

"Look! A shooting star!"

Changkyun's voice startled me, making a drop my phone. I turn my head to see him pointing up towards the sky. I look up; there is a shooting star.  

"Quick! Make a wish!"

"Ugh. Okay!"

I grab ahold of his wrist so he can stop shaking and close my eyes.

...

"Hm, a name that will match that gorgeous face of yours."

"Gorgeous, huh?"

"Yes: gorgeous, beautiful, handsome, breathtaking. You name it."

"My goodness, you are drunk."

...

"Did you make a wish?"

I open my eyes, still facing the night sky. The star is gone. 

"Yeah, I did."

…

"I'm just gonna call you gorgeous from now. Okay, Gorgeous."

"You are something else, you know that."

"Hm, so Gorgeous, you wanna head to my place?"