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"What did you wish for?"
"Hmm, you really want to know?" Jeongin turned his head to meet Chan's eyes. "But you know the rule - if I tell you, it won't come true. It's a secret," he replied, his voice soft.
"Ah, that's just a myth," Chan replied, his tone casual. He couldn't help but feel a strong desire to understand Jeongin's thoughts better. After all, he was determined to fulfill the boy's every wish, which naturally fueled his curiosity even more.
"Oh? What if I believe in it?" The younger questioned, a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Well..." The older raised his eyebrows in response. "Then, I'll just have to wait and see if your wish comes true or not."
"I hope it does," replied the younger, his gaze drifting away to the scenery outside. The silhouette of the tall mountains against the dark night sky was visible through the window. Wrapping himself up tighter in the blanket, he hugged his legs, feeling a slight chill despite the warmth. Resting his chin on his knees, he lost himself in the beauty of the night.
Chan hummed softly and shifted closer to the balcony window, his hand reaching out to slide it open. The cool night air rushed in, carrying with it the scent of pine trees and distant city lights. He leaned against the railing, feeling the slight chill against his skin, but it was refreshing after the warmth of the indoors.
"Better?" he asked, glancing back at Jeongin with a gentle smile.
The younger nodded, tucking his toes under the blanket to seek warmth.
The mafia leader's heart melted at the sight. Why does he have to be so adorable? It's almost infuriating. I want to punch him! He clenched his teeth, trying to contain himself. I just want to wrap him in a tight hug.
So that's what he did.
He inched closer to the younger boy, draping his own blanket around Jeongin's shoulders to provide warmth. Though he had the impulse to rest his arm on Jeongin's shoulder, he restrained himself, opting to maintain a respectful distance and not overwhelm the boy.
The younger smiled gratefully, accepting the blanket and wrapping it snugly around himself. Despite the slight distance between them, they were practically cocooned together.
"You're still wearing it?"
"Hmm, what?"
"The bow."
"Oh, I almost forgot..." Jeongin replied, sitting up straight and gently reaching for the pink bow to remove it from his hair.
Chan intercepted Jeongin's hand before he could take off the bow. "You don't have to remove it if you like it," he murmured softly, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of Jeongin's hand.
His heart skipped a beat at the unexpected touch, finding it oddly comforting. "Okay," he whispered back, his voice barely above a breath.
With a nod, the older shifted his right hand to his left, maintaining the gentle caress on the younger's hand. His other hand reached up to adjust the birthday boy's bow, ensuring it sat perfectly in his hair.
