“Junmyeon, wanted a wish,” Wu Fan mumbles, “three actually, he asked for three wishes.”
"Beats me, I don’t need to know. I only granted his wish, for three wishes."
Yixing stays quiet, an uneasy feeling in his chest. These things don’t come without a price. “Was it expensive?”
For the first time since their guest left, Wu Fan turns to look at Yixing, “he paid half of his life. He wasn’t destined to live that long either. I took 30 years.”
大嫌いな僕19才 (the 19-year-old self I despise); © chaltyr @ runandgun