Kumamon • y.m

-15-

third person

The pink haired boy leaned across the cold steel surrounding the tower, silently counting the remaining minutes before the show. The place was occupied, but not too much for the crowd to feel uncomfortable. He sighed, smiling to himself as he took out his phone that suddenly vibrated.

11:54 pm
From: *unknown number*
Message: Happy Birthday, Chiminie. 💝

Jimin had his eyebrows furrowing at the message sent by some anonymous person. Well, today, actually, six minutes from the current time, is his birthday, but he never expected to be greeted by people except his friends and relatives, of course. He just shrugged it off, and deleted the message.

'Maybe it was wrong sent.'

It was too much of a coincidence, so Jimin was really bothered. He looked around him, feeling nothing strange as he only saw couples and tourists waiting for the show to begin. He leaned back again, looking up to look at the stars that seem to shine bright, as if the heavens feel good tonight. He smiled, thinking of cute little stars dancing and singing with each other. His eyes became crescent at how funny he thought of the whole situation, but not long after his phone vibrated again. So, he took it out, and was almost horrified.

11:55 pm
From: *unknown number*
Message: i really love your smile.

11:55 pm
From: *unknown number*
Message: and your eyes, they're shining brighter than the stars.

He was literally creeped out.

Jimin stared at the number for a minute, trying to at least recognize it to have a clue. But failed at the end, instead he blocked the number and put it in his pocket again.

But it vibrated, again, for the third time.

"Why, you motherfucker stop send-"

He stopped midway when he noticed he slightly garnered attention and he apologized for shouting, bowing ninety degrees around him.

11:58 pm
From: Taehyung-in-a 🚀
Message: Happy Birthday dude! We are currently looking for you and yet we can't bcoz your so small, aww. Anyways, we prepared something for you.

Jimin rolled his eyes, but eventually smiled as he noticed the minute turning from 58 to 59. His heart fluttered and he felt piglets in his stomach.

60...59...58...57...

He closed his eyes, counting down the seconds left in his mind. His hands are clasped together, as if making a wish.

"If you make a wish at the first second of your birthday, it will come true."

"Really, hyung?"

56...55...54...53...

"Yep."

"So, tell me, what did you wish for?"

"Lots of Kumamon stuff!"

52...51...50...49...

"What? Are you kidding me?"

"Maybe? Maybe not?"