❝ So you become their source of oxygen, and they become your source of light and everything in between is water and fire ❞
In which two lost souls that once knew each other find themselves together in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
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❝ It looked as though it'd grant me any wish. Then it suddenly hit me. It's actually nice to wander aimlessly every once in a while. From time to time, it'd be wonderful to sail off without a map ❞ — Seo Dal-mi, Start-Up
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C H A P T E R S E V E N
ONE CAN HAVE MANY WISHES, BUT ONLY ONE COMES TRUE.
For Kevin Moon, he wished for his best friend to like him back. For someone good to love him the day he saw the colorful flickering city lights with the boy whose ocean eyes he could drown in.
Changmin taught him to set himself free, breathe, and face challenges.
And right now—that challenge is Jacob.
"You okay?" Jacob holds the door for Kevin, studying his wandering eyes. Grip squeezing around the strap of his almost not-so-heavy backpack hanging on one side of his shoulder.
A sigh of emotional stress escapes Kevin's lips, meeting eyes with Jacob. He can't even force a smile because of how much it hurts.
Everybody knows—Kevin kissed Jacob, drunk.
The rest of the student body zooms through them, fingers tapping out messages on their cellphones. Animated conversations fill the crowded cafeteria hall. Greeting tired teenagers with sunny smiles, the lunch lady records their details before they return to their tables.
"I'm okay. Let's go. You must be hungry and busy. I don't want to keep you for too long," Kevin says, stepping outside.
In truth, he wants him to stay. Letting the door shut behind them, Jacob follows, and a questioning look settles on his face.
"That's different."
"What's different?"
"You don't say that often, but that's okay," Jacob says, voice distant and shattering glass.
No, it's not okay.
I hurt you too.
Kevin doesn't tell him that or that he still cares about him.
. . .
He's sitting on one of the bleachers next to him, looking at the football field. Thin clouds unmoving, round clouds colliding with each other, the golden sun beaming.
Jacob stays quiet, hands resting on either side of him, brown eyes lowering to see Kevin's hands nestled in his lap. He's not comfortable at all.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be reserved: left hand resting over right, long legs pressed against each other, and distanced eyes glancing up.
