Starlight, Starbright
Title: Starlight, Starbright
Author: giveitupjessica
Rating: G
Pairing: MinKey
Wordcount: 3,000
Prompt: Quote
Disclaimer: Do not own SHINee, just the plot.
Summary: It may seem a little childish at times, but it never hurt to wish on a star.
A/N: Have you missed me? Haha... Sorry I haven't updated in over a month. It's been hectic in my life with my brother coming home for a month and work. Hope you forgive me. Anyways this one is for my daughter patzmelody01, sorry appa has been slacking. I also wrote this for shawol_haven's Challenge #14, so please go and vote for it starting June 18th! Anyways, onto the story, I hope you like it!
Someone once told me that children go after what they want with no fear in their hearts. Why? Because they know that they’ll cry if they don’t have it.
And that’s how I found myself at the airport at 2 in the morning, buying a ticket for the next plane bound for Japan. The cost of it is ridiculous, but I don’t care. All I know is that I need to get him back. He belongs by my side, not in some other country without me.
I look out my window and I’m surprised to see how clear the sky is. I’ve never seen so many stars in the sky before. It was truly a breathtaking sight. I let out a sigh for the hundredth time since I boarded this plane and allowed my inner child to take over my body.
“Star light. Star bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may. I wish I might,” I take in a deep breath before I finish the short rhyme, “Have the wish, I wish tonight.” My eyes flutter close and I mouth the wish that I’ve held deep in my heart for so many years. I slowly open my eyes and pray that the stars heard my one request even though I didn’t say it out loud. I’m still superstitious about wishes and still make wishes on my birthday candles every year. I refuse to let anyone know what I wish in fear of it not coming true. And with this wish, I don’t want to take any chances whatsoever. This one was too important. It meant too much to me.
I bet you’re wondering how I ended up here huh? Blowing a month’s worth of pay to be on this plane in the middle of the night, headed to a country where I can barely speak the language. All to fulfill a wish. Well it’s a long story and when I say long, I really do mean it’s long. Not like when people say it’s a long story and it really isn’t. You know what I’m talking about the kind where the person keeps talking just for the sake of talking. And then when they finally get to the actual story, none of the stuff before it was relevant and could have been omitted to begin with. This is NOT one of those stories.
*~*
I was sitting in a big conference room. The only furniture in it was a long, rectangular table with about 14 chairs around it. I felt extremely small in the room. Probably because I was the only one here and it was completely silent. I hate silence. It creeps me out. It always causes my mind to wander and eventually I get paranoid. And that’s exactly what is happening right now. Images of the scary movie my friends forced me to watch a few weeks ago start to play in my head. Even though I kept my eyes shut or covered throughout the entire movie, I still saw bits and pieces of it. And those small clips were enough to have me constantly looking over my shoulder and jumping at any sudden sound that seemed to echo through the room.
I nearly jump out of my skin when the door bursts open and two people walk in. I grab at my chest and try to steady my erratic breathing. I turn towards the window to softly pound my chest in hopes of getting my breathing and heartbeat to even out once more.
“Kibum?” I hear and turn to face the man who said my name.
“N-ne?” I stand up from my seat and bow to him and then to the boy, who looked like he was about my age, standing next to him.
“I’d like you to meet Choi Minho. He will be in the band with you as well.”
“Hi,” I hold out my hand and he reluctantly takes it, “I’m Kim Kibum better known as Key.”
“Hello,” he bowed his head and I couldn’t help but find it odd. He looked like he could be a little older than me, so why was he bowing to me? I should be bowing to him. Shit. I quickly bow my head as well.
“He will be the main rapper of the group,” the older man tells me before he turns to Minho.
“Kibum here is in charge of boy rapping and vocals. So you two will probably be spending a lot of time together.”
Minho only nods at the information and I end up being excited enough for the both of us, “Really? You’re going to be the main rapper! That’s awesome. I was wondering who it would be. I don’t think I’m very good at rap, but apparently I’m wrong. Although, I will admit that sometimes I feel silly when I rap. What about you?”
Again, Minho just nods at me. He’s really doesn’t say much. I guess he’ll be the strong but silent one in our group. Every group has one of those and ours will be Choi Minho. The older guy motions for both of us to have a seat and I’m a little surprised when Minho walks around the table and takes a seat right next to me.
The ahjussi ends up leaving the room in search of someone else and we’re left alone in the room. Minho doesn’t talk and neither do I. I figured he was a man of little words and I didn’t want him to think that I was some kind of chatter box, even though I’m often told that I am.
I’m surprised that even though the room is still dead silent and the presence of an extra person in the room makes it feel a lot less cold and empty. There was something about Minho that made me feel safe and secure. My paranoia quickly faded away and I found myself subtly moving closer to him. I wanted to feel more of his warmed. More of his security.
That night when I was laying in bed and thinking about my day like I always do before I fall asleep, his face flashed before my eyes, “He’s perfect,” I said softly before rolling over and letting sleep overtake my body. I was still able to feel his presence beside me that night and every night since then.
*~*
I sit in my hotel room with a box a couple boxes of Kleenex next to me on the bed and the trash can beside me on the floor. I have cough drops and cold medicine in arm’s reach should I need them at any given moment. I sniffle and blow my nose which is now turning a nice shade of red. To sum it all up in five words or less: I. FEEL. LIKE. SHIT.
I toss the five sheets of Kleenex I just used to blow my nose into the trash and slump back in bed. I hate being sick. I hate that I still have to do my job when I feel like shit. I would get better faster, but I have obligations that I can’t back down on. So I hop myself up on decongestants and day time cold medicine to get through my schedules. It’s probably not the healthiest thing to do, but it works. I should really go to a doctor and get checked up properly, but there wasn’t any time before we left Korea and this cold kind of came on all of a sudden.
My head snaps up in my half conscious state, I had just taken my night time cold medicine, when I hear the door to my room open up. I’m surprised when I see Minho walk in with his luggage in hand. He doesn’t say a word to me as he moves around the room and sets all of his stuff up. I just sit there watching his every movement until he finally stops at the foot of my bed.
“That’s an attractive look for you,” he jokes and I cock my head to the side in confusion. He points to his nose and I lift my hand up to my own. I had completely forgotten that I had stuffed tissues up my nose to help stop it from running. I quickly pull them out and toss them in the trash, some of my own snot getting on my hand.
“Ew,” I grab the anti-bacterial that’s on the nightstand and pour it onto my hands.
“How are you feeling?” his face is serious as he walks over to the side of the bed and takes a seat. His hand comes up and brushes my bangs off my forehead. He rests the back of his hand on it and he lets it stay there for a few seconds, “You feel a little warm, but nothing a good night’s rest won’t cure. Are you aching anywhere?”
“I’m fine. Well I’m not fine, obviously I’m sick, but I’m not aching and I don’t have a temperature. I checked with my thermometer,” I point to the small device that was laying beside my bag of cough drops.
“You brought a thermometer?”
“I always have it with me and a small first aid kit along with basic medicine. I’m the ‘umma’ of the group, I have to be prepared if one of us gets sick or hurt. Anyways, what are you doing here?”
“Well you shouldn’t be trying to take care of yourself when you’re sick, so that’s why I’m here. To take care of you and make sure you feel well enough to go on our schedules while we’re here. You really shouldn’t even be here, you should be at home focusing on getting better.”
“Yeah, you tell our company that,” I roll my eyes and grab more tissue to blow my nose. Normally I’m self-conscious about it because it’s not the most pleasant sound in the world, but at this point I don’t care. I loudly blow my nose into the tissue and throw it away, Minho not seeming to care one bit. He’s busy reading the directions on the cough medicine I had already took.
“Did you?” he asks, holding up the box and I nod.
“Already took it. It’s starting to kick in already,” I can feel my eyelids starting to get heavy. I lay more comfortably in my bed and Minho pulls the covers up on me. He smoothes my hair down and turns off the light beside me.
“Then you should get some sleep. I’ll be in the bed right next to you if you need anything,” he walked over to turn off the main light before going into his own bed. A soft smile forms on my lips. I already was starting to feel better just knowing that the man that I had somehow fallen in love with over the years was sleeping in the bed beside. That he had risked getting sick himself just so he could take care of me.
“Thank you Minho,” I say into the dark room.
“Anything for you Key,” he replies and I finally allow my eyes to close and my body to give into the medicine as I fall into a deep, comforting sleep.
*~*
The sound of the flight attendant’s voice brings me out of my thoughts and back to reality. We would be landing in Japan in just a few short minutes. And then in just a couple hours, my heart will be either soaring high in the sky or broken into a million pieces.
“It’s now or never Key,” I mumble to myself, “There is no second chance with this.” I stand up on shaky legs and exit the plane. I feel like it takes me forever to reach my final destination. I looked up in front of me at the building that held the fate of my heart. I think back to the hour of calls I had to make just to find this place and the person who I was looking for. I take a deep breath and walk inside towards the elevators. I press the round button with the up arrow on it.
My heart is pounding in my chest and I’m expecting it to jump out of my body any second now. I start to take deep calming breaths in hopes of slowing down my heart beat, but it’s no use. When the elevator finally arrives, I’m thankful that I have it all to myself. I lean up against the walls, unable to trust my legs to not give out on me. I hit the button of the floor I want to go to, I have five seconds to change my mind and get out of his elevator. I have five seconds to completely change my mind and leave before I ruin one of the best friendships I have right now. My feet don’t move though and I watch as the elevator doors close in front of me. My eyes go up to the numbers above it, each one slowly lighting up one after the other. I look down to stare at the palm of my left hand.
Sheraton Hotel
Rm. 830
I look up when I hear the soft ding that tells me I’ve reached my floor. The doors open and again I have five seconds to change my mind. I finally force my feet to move and make it to the doors right when they begin to close. There’s really no turning back now. I look to my left and then to my right before seeing the sign that tells me which way to go. I start down the hall to my right. 820. 822. 824. 826. 828. 830.
I take another deep breath and stare at the gold nameplate on the door of the room that he’s staying in. I take a step closer and find that I’m not holding the deep breath I just took so I can try to hear any kind of movements before the door. I can faintly hear the sound of shuffling footsteps and I slowly let out the breath. I ball my hand into a fist and bring it up to the door. It feels like it takes me hours to finally build up enough courage to knock and even when I do, it seems like my knuckles barely come into contact with the wood.
I hear shuffling footsteps again, this time getting louder as they get closer to the door. I draw in another deep breath and take a step back when the door is opened. He’s standing in front of me with a confused look on his face. I’m the last person he’s expecting to see in front of him right now. I can tell by the look in his eyes.
“K-Kibum?” he finally manages to stutter our after we have a pretty intense staring contest.
“Who else?”
“W-what are y-you d-doing here?”
“I’m here looking for you of course.”
“H-how?”
“I have connections.”
“Why?”
“I need to tell you something. And if I don’t tell you now then I don’t think I ever will.”
“Oh okay, did you want to come in?”
“No, I’m afraid my feet are kind of frozen in place. I couldn’t move them if I wanted to.”
“Oh,” I watch him scratch the back of his head before continuing his thought, “Well what do you have to tell me?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“No, no,” I shake my head and he looks at me all confused again.
“No?”
“Yes, I mean… No… I mean yes to the no. Yes to me saying no.”
“You’re rambling,” he chuckles and I just nod, taking another deep breath, “So please continue.”
“I’m IN love with you Minho. I have been for quite awhile now. Don’t ask me how, when, or why it happened. It just did and I can’t just sit back and let it eat away at my heart. I needed to tell you. I need you to know how I truly feel about you. I know I’m risking a lot by doing this, but I have to. I have to be able to say that I told you and at least tried to put myself out there. To put my heart in someone else’s hands. So now you know and I’ll be going,” I turn to leave, but his fingers wrap around my wrist to stop me. With one flick of his own wrist, I’m turning around to face him again, “Yes?”
“You can’t just drop a bomb on me like that and walk away. Don’t I get to say something too?”
“Um… S-sure… But I’m afraid of what you’ll say.”
“I might surprise you.”
“Oh?”
He pulls me close and wraps his arms around me in one of those hugs that only he can give me. A hug where I feel safe and warm. One that I can just melt into, but I’m too tense to do that now. My body is shaking with nerves as he continues to hold me. I look up at him and I’m surprised to see him smiling at me.
“I love you too.”
“Wh-what?” this can’t be happening. No way did he just say those words back to me.
“I said I love you too,” he leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips before pulling me into the room.
We somehow end up cuddled on the lone chair that sits on the balcony of his room. I stare up at the sky and smile, “I made a wish on the stars before I came here.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.”
“Did it come true?”
“Yeah,” I turn to face him and press our lips together once more. I don’t see the two shooting stars that fall the moment I send another silent wish up into the skies.
I wish our love shines as bright as the stars but is as endless as the ocean.
Author: giveitupjessica
Rating: G
Pairing: MinKey
Wordcount: 3,000
Prompt: Quote
Disclaimer: Do not own SHINee, just the plot.
Summary: It may seem a little childish at times, but it never hurt to wish on a star.
A/N: Have you missed me? Haha... Sorry I haven't updated in over a month. It's been hectic in my life with my brother coming home for a month and work. Hope you forgive me. Anyways this one is for my daughter patzmelody01, sorry appa has been slacking. I also wrote this for shawol_haven's Challenge #14, so please go and vote for it starting June 18th! Anyways, onto the story, I hope you like it!
Someone once told me that children go after what they want with no fear in their hearts. Why? Because they know that they’ll cry if they don’t have it.
And that’s how I found myself at the airport at 2 in the morning, buying a ticket for the next plane bound for Japan. The cost of it is ridiculous, but I don’t care. All I know is that I need to get him back. He belongs by my side, not in some other country without me.
I look out my window and I’m surprised to see how clear the sky is. I’ve never seen so many stars in the sky before. It was truly a breathtaking sight. I let out a sigh for the hundredth time since I boarded this plane and allowed my inner child to take over my body.
“Star light. Star bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may. I wish I might,” I take in a deep breath before I finish the short rhyme, “Have the wish, I wish tonight.” My eyes flutter close and I mouth the wish that I’ve held deep in my heart for so many years. I slowly open my eyes and pray that the stars heard my one request even though I didn’t say it out loud. I’m still superstitious about wishes and still make wishes on my birthday candles every year. I refuse to let anyone know what I wish in fear of it not coming true. And with this wish, I don’t want to take any chances whatsoever. This one was too important. It meant too much to me.
I bet you’re wondering how I ended up here huh? Blowing a month’s worth of pay to be on this plane in the middle of the night, headed to a country where I can barely speak the language. All to fulfill a wish. Well it’s a long story and when I say long, I really do mean it’s long. Not like when people say it’s a long story and it really isn’t. You know what I’m talking about the kind where the person keeps talking just for the sake of talking. And then when they finally get to the actual story, none of the stuff before it was relevant and could have been omitted to begin with. This is NOT one of those stories.
*~*
I was sitting in a big conference room. The only furniture in it was a long, rectangular table with about 14 chairs around it. I felt extremely small in the room. Probably because I was the only one here and it was completely silent. I hate silence. It creeps me out. It always causes my mind to wander and eventually I get paranoid. And that’s exactly what is happening right now. Images of the scary movie my friends forced me to watch a few weeks ago start to play in my head. Even though I kept my eyes shut or covered throughout the entire movie, I still saw bits and pieces of it. And those small clips were enough to have me constantly looking over my shoulder and jumping at any sudden sound that seemed to echo through the room.
I nearly jump out of my skin when the door bursts open and two people walk in. I grab at my chest and try to steady my erratic breathing. I turn towards the window to softly pound my chest in hopes of getting my breathing and heartbeat to even out once more.
“Kibum?” I hear and turn to face the man who said my name.
“N-ne?” I stand up from my seat and bow to him and then to the boy, who looked like he was about my age, standing next to him.
“I’d like you to meet Choi Minho. He will be in the band with you as well.”
“Hi,” I hold out my hand and he reluctantly takes it, “I’m Kim Kibum better known as Key.”
“Hello,” he bowed his head and I couldn’t help but find it odd. He looked like he could be a little older than me, so why was he bowing to me? I should be bowing to him. Shit. I quickly bow my head as well.
“He will be the main rapper of the group,” the older man tells me before he turns to Minho.
“Kibum here is in charge of boy rapping and vocals. So you two will probably be spending a lot of time together.”
Minho only nods at the information and I end up being excited enough for the both of us, “Really? You’re going to be the main rapper! That’s awesome. I was wondering who it would be. I don’t think I’m very good at rap, but apparently I’m wrong. Although, I will admit that sometimes I feel silly when I rap. What about you?”
Again, Minho just nods at me. He’s really doesn’t say much. I guess he’ll be the strong but silent one in our group. Every group has one of those and ours will be Choi Minho. The older guy motions for both of us to have a seat and I’m a little surprised when Minho walks around the table and takes a seat right next to me.
The ahjussi ends up leaving the room in search of someone else and we’re left alone in the room. Minho doesn’t talk and neither do I. I figured he was a man of little words and I didn’t want him to think that I was some kind of chatter box, even though I’m often told that I am.
I’m surprised that even though the room is still dead silent and the presence of an extra person in the room makes it feel a lot less cold and empty. There was something about Minho that made me feel safe and secure. My paranoia quickly faded away and I found myself subtly moving closer to him. I wanted to feel more of his warmed. More of his security.
That night when I was laying in bed and thinking about my day like I always do before I fall asleep, his face flashed before my eyes, “He’s perfect,” I said softly before rolling over and letting sleep overtake my body. I was still able to feel his presence beside me that night and every night since then.
*~*
I sit in my hotel room with a box a couple boxes of Kleenex next to me on the bed and the trash can beside me on the floor. I have cough drops and cold medicine in arm’s reach should I need them at any given moment. I sniffle and blow my nose which is now turning a nice shade of red. To sum it all up in five words or less: I. FEEL. LIKE. SHIT.
I toss the five sheets of Kleenex I just used to blow my nose into the trash and slump back in bed. I hate being sick. I hate that I still have to do my job when I feel like shit. I would get better faster, but I have obligations that I can’t back down on. So I hop myself up on decongestants and day time cold medicine to get through my schedules. It’s probably not the healthiest thing to do, but it works. I should really go to a doctor and get checked up properly, but there wasn’t any time before we left Korea and this cold kind of came on all of a sudden.
My head snaps up in my half conscious state, I had just taken my night time cold medicine, when I hear the door to my room open up. I’m surprised when I see Minho walk in with his luggage in hand. He doesn’t say a word to me as he moves around the room and sets all of his stuff up. I just sit there watching his every movement until he finally stops at the foot of my bed.
“That’s an attractive look for you,” he jokes and I cock my head to the side in confusion. He points to his nose and I lift my hand up to my own. I had completely forgotten that I had stuffed tissues up my nose to help stop it from running. I quickly pull them out and toss them in the trash, some of my own snot getting on my hand.
“Ew,” I grab the anti-bacterial that’s on the nightstand and pour it onto my hands.
“How are you feeling?” his face is serious as he walks over to the side of the bed and takes a seat. His hand comes up and brushes my bangs off my forehead. He rests the back of his hand on it and he lets it stay there for a few seconds, “You feel a little warm, but nothing a good night’s rest won’t cure. Are you aching anywhere?”
“I’m fine. Well I’m not fine, obviously I’m sick, but I’m not aching and I don’t have a temperature. I checked with my thermometer,” I point to the small device that was laying beside my bag of cough drops.
“You brought a thermometer?”
“I always have it with me and a small first aid kit along with basic medicine. I’m the ‘umma’ of the group, I have to be prepared if one of us gets sick or hurt. Anyways, what are you doing here?”
“Well you shouldn’t be trying to take care of yourself when you’re sick, so that’s why I’m here. To take care of you and make sure you feel well enough to go on our schedules while we’re here. You really shouldn’t even be here, you should be at home focusing on getting better.”
“Yeah, you tell our company that,” I roll my eyes and grab more tissue to blow my nose. Normally I’m self-conscious about it because it’s not the most pleasant sound in the world, but at this point I don’t care. I loudly blow my nose into the tissue and throw it away, Minho not seeming to care one bit. He’s busy reading the directions on the cough medicine I had already took.
“Did you?” he asks, holding up the box and I nod.
“Already took it. It’s starting to kick in already,” I can feel my eyelids starting to get heavy. I lay more comfortably in my bed and Minho pulls the covers up on me. He smoothes my hair down and turns off the light beside me.
“Then you should get some sleep. I’ll be in the bed right next to you if you need anything,” he walked over to turn off the main light before going into his own bed. A soft smile forms on my lips. I already was starting to feel better just knowing that the man that I had somehow fallen in love with over the years was sleeping in the bed beside. That he had risked getting sick himself just so he could take care of me.
“Thank you Minho,” I say into the dark room.
“Anything for you Key,” he replies and I finally allow my eyes to close and my body to give into the medicine as I fall into a deep, comforting sleep.
*~*
The sound of the flight attendant’s voice brings me out of my thoughts and back to reality. We would be landing in Japan in just a few short minutes. And then in just a couple hours, my heart will be either soaring high in the sky or broken into a million pieces.
“It’s now or never Key,” I mumble to myself, “There is no second chance with this.” I stand up on shaky legs and exit the plane. I feel like it takes me forever to reach my final destination. I looked up in front of me at the building that held the fate of my heart. I think back to the hour of calls I had to make just to find this place and the person who I was looking for. I take a deep breath and walk inside towards the elevators. I press the round button with the up arrow on it.
My heart is pounding in my chest and I’m expecting it to jump out of my body any second now. I start to take deep calming breaths in hopes of slowing down my heart beat, but it’s no use. When the elevator finally arrives, I’m thankful that I have it all to myself. I lean up against the walls, unable to trust my legs to not give out on me. I hit the button of the floor I want to go to, I have five seconds to change my mind and get out of his elevator. I have five seconds to completely change my mind and leave before I ruin one of the best friendships I have right now. My feet don’t move though and I watch as the elevator doors close in front of me. My eyes go up to the numbers above it, each one slowly lighting up one after the other. I look down to stare at the palm of my left hand.
Sheraton Hotel
Rm. 830
I look up when I hear the soft ding that tells me I’ve reached my floor. The doors open and again I have five seconds to change my mind. I finally force my feet to move and make it to the doors right when they begin to close. There’s really no turning back now. I look to my left and then to my right before seeing the sign that tells me which way to go. I start down the hall to my right. 820. 822. 824. 826. 828. 830.
I take another deep breath and stare at the gold nameplate on the door of the room that he’s staying in. I take a step closer and find that I’m not holding the deep breath I just took so I can try to hear any kind of movements before the door. I can faintly hear the sound of shuffling footsteps and I slowly let out the breath. I ball my hand into a fist and bring it up to the door. It feels like it takes me hours to finally build up enough courage to knock and even when I do, it seems like my knuckles barely come into contact with the wood.
I hear shuffling footsteps again, this time getting louder as they get closer to the door. I draw in another deep breath and take a step back when the door is opened. He’s standing in front of me with a confused look on his face. I’m the last person he’s expecting to see in front of him right now. I can tell by the look in his eyes.
“K-Kibum?” he finally manages to stutter our after we have a pretty intense staring contest.
“Who else?”
“W-what are y-you d-doing here?”
“I’m here looking for you of course.”
“H-how?”
“I have connections.”
“Why?”
“I need to tell you something. And if I don’t tell you now then I don’t think I ever will.”
“Oh okay, did you want to come in?”
“No, I’m afraid my feet are kind of frozen in place. I couldn’t move them if I wanted to.”
“Oh,” I watch him scratch the back of his head before continuing his thought, “Well what do you have to tell me?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“No, no,” I shake my head and he looks at me all confused again.
“No?”
“Yes, I mean… No… I mean yes to the no. Yes to me saying no.”
“You’re rambling,” he chuckles and I just nod, taking another deep breath, “So please continue.”
“I’m IN love with you Minho. I have been for quite awhile now. Don’t ask me how, when, or why it happened. It just did and I can’t just sit back and let it eat away at my heart. I needed to tell you. I need you to know how I truly feel about you. I know I’m risking a lot by doing this, but I have to. I have to be able to say that I told you and at least tried to put myself out there. To put my heart in someone else’s hands. So now you know and I’ll be going,” I turn to leave, but his fingers wrap around my wrist to stop me. With one flick of his own wrist, I’m turning around to face him again, “Yes?”
“You can’t just drop a bomb on me like that and walk away. Don’t I get to say something too?”
“Um… S-sure… But I’m afraid of what you’ll say.”
“I might surprise you.”
“Oh?”
He pulls me close and wraps his arms around me in one of those hugs that only he can give me. A hug where I feel safe and warm. One that I can just melt into, but I’m too tense to do that now. My body is shaking with nerves as he continues to hold me. I look up at him and I’m surprised to see him smiling at me.
“I love you too.”
“Wh-what?” this can’t be happening. No way did he just say those words back to me.
“I said I love you too,” he leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips before pulling me into the room.
We somehow end up cuddled on the lone chair that sits on the balcony of his room. I stare up at the sky and smile, “I made a wish on the stars before I came here.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.”
“Did it come true?”
“Yeah,” I turn to face him and press our lips together once more. I don’t see the two shooting stars that fall the moment I send another silent wish up into the skies.
I wish our love shines as bright as the stars but is as endless as the ocean.