Soohyun wasn’t really one for wishes, or for fairytales. When he was little, the nanny used to bring out a beautiful white cake filled with fruit and whipped cream on his birthday. She would stick pink and white and blue candles, softly singing happy birthday until he blew them out. Sometimes, she would ask him what he wished for.
He couldn’t remember what he told her anymore.
The charms hanging above their heads fluttered gently in the autumn wind. If he looked up and focused, he could make out the wishes written on the low hanging charms. White slips with crowded words. Someone had wished for a brief winter. Someone else wished that their crush would like them back. Simple, easy wishes. He wondered when the last time he could have thought of wishes that nice was.
His internal musings were interrupted when someone else stepped up to the wish writing table next to him. A quick glance revealed a man dressed warmly. He was handsome, if a little familiar. Maybe he had one of those faces.
His caretaker’s voice echoed in his head. Be friendly, Soohyun-ah. He glanced again at the man standing next to him, both their wish slips still blank. “What are you planning on wishing for?”
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