a night full of dreams and wishes, fluff, almost getting run over (?), kithes 😚, absolutely not proofread
"I had a dream once," was how Lee Seokmin began the night's activities whilst sitting beside you in the grass on a hill overlooking the city below. It glittered like a sea of light, with the night sky above reflecting it through stars, fractures of light light-years away.
You tilted your head slightly in his direction, encouragement to continue.
He braced one hand behind him to lean against it, the other resting on his bent knee. "I don't know if I should tell you just yet though."
He explored into a fit of laughter as you deadpanned at him. "Dokyeom, you got my hopes up!" You whined playfully, gently pushing on his shoulder. "Come on; I won't judge. What is it!"
Dokyeom shook his head. "No, no," he said with a teasing smile. "You'll have to wait. Maybe I can make it come true tonight."
Well if he said it like that, how could you not be curious?
The street was empty as wind blew through your hair and your smile was wide, splitting your face from ear to ear. You gripped the bars of the scooter tightly to keep yourself balanced, bracing for impact whenever the wheels hit a small crack or bump in the asphalt.
Dokyeom raced ahead of you, his head thrown back and his voice echoing against the buildings on either side. "Woooh! Come on, Yn! You're slow tonight!"
You scoffed and kicked your foot against the street to launch yourself faster down the road after him. "Hey! That's because you cheated and got a head start!"
"True winners can make up for their losses," he sang over his shoulder.
"Lee Seokmin, when I catch you!"
He giggled and you thought the streetlights burned brighter at the twinkling sound. You could get drunk on that sound. "What're you gonna do to me, huh?" Perhaps you could imagine his wagging eyebrows and flushed cheeks.
You kicked your foot against the street again like a bull. "I'm gonna murder you!"
Both yours and his laughter lit up the night as you hurtled down the street together.
There was a fountain in the town square that was famous for granting wishes. Some said it didn't work, but most knew it worked for granting things that were "meant to be", or the small things. The fountain was no miracle worker, but every little thing counted sometimes.
You didn't know that Dokyeom had been here too often, tossing a pretty penny into the bubbling pools, clasping his hands together as he pleaded for the fountain to grant his wish. It was his manifestation ritual of sorts. But again, you would never know that. And you might never know what he wished for each time.
The two of you stood in front of it now, side by side. You tucked your hands in the pockets of your jacket while you observed the spout of water running from tier to tier. It was made of white marble, and after so long of being subjected to pennies, the water had somehow not turned a dark brown. Some people thought fairies had blessed the water, but it was simply a portion of the lore behind the fountain.
Dokyeom cleared his throat, hand scratching the itch on the side of his neck. "So, got a penny or two?" He grinned boyishly at you, eyes narrowed in those happy crescents of his.
You sent him a look that made him laugh again. "You're telling me you brought me to the wishing fountain and didn't bring your own wishing money?"
"I mean... you said it, not me—yah! Don't hit me! Okay okay, I have pennies!" He lifted his hands in surrender, then dug out exactly two pennies from his pocket. "See? I was just teasing, sunshine."
