They were lying down the field, watching the stars, the breeze warm, and smelled like wet grass. Suddenly the dark sky lit up and a shooting star flashed before them, vanishing as quickly as it came. The girl looked at him. "Make a wish, Sehun-ah." The boy closed his eyes and smiled. "What did you wish for?" The girl nudged him. "And don't say you can't tell because it won't come true. I'm not falling for that crap," she said authoritatively. Sehun laughed. "Listen to me, Park Yoojin. There are countless shooting stars, eyelashes, 11:11's on the clock. No matter what, I'll always wish for you. I love you."