Chapter 3

"Hyung, look here!"

Yeonjun was in the middle of climbing down a tree, the end of a random grass plant tucked between his teeth when he turned to look. "Beomgyu, what are you doing?"

"Come quick, or the wind's gonna blow it away! Look!" The younger boy still exclaimed with glee, sounding way too excited as he crouched in the middle of the field, hands cupped protectively around something.

Yeonjun let out a small laugh as he jumped down, walking over. In the middle of a tall grass field, Beomgyu mysteriously looked even smaller. "What is it?" He inquired as he squatted down next to him.

With a bright grin, the boy in question unveiled his hands, revealing the item he's been carefully shielding from the afternoon spring breeze.

They were two perfect dandelions—white as snow, round as textbook circles, not a single flake out of place.

Beomgyu noticed Yeonjun staring in awe as well and giggled as he gently plucked the flowers, handing one to the former. "Here! Did you know that when you see dandelions, you can make a wish before you blow them, and they'll come true?"

Yeonjun's brow arched. Beomgyu didn't look like the type to be interested in things like that. "Really? Are you making this up?" Yeonjun mused, looking at the younger with a questioning gaze that was half teasing.

"No! An uncle told me once. Quick quick, close your eyes and make one. Let's do it together." Beomgyu waved around his free hand, his excitement barely contained. With a smile still plastered on his face, he squeezed his eyes shut—so excessively tightly that wrinkles started to form. If Yeonjun found it endearing, he didn't let him know. He only spared a second to stare at Beomgyu, smiling fondly to himself before he too closed his own eyes.

What he wished for, he'd rather take to his grave than admit aloud.

I wish to always spend tomorrow together with you, until the end of forever.

When he opened them again, Beomgyu's were no longer closed. Those doe eyes were now staring at him with anticipation; like he was waiting for him to complete making his wish so they could blow them together.

Yeonjun let out a small chuckle, a nod signifying the green light Beomgyu was awaiting. The latter's smile turned impossibly brighter before they both blew at their dandelions at the same time.

"What wish did you make?" Yeonjun nudged him by the shoulder, the remains of the dandelions scattered around them like miniature snowflakes.

"Hyung, I can't tell you! Or it won't come true!" The younger looked away, a small pout forming on his face.

"Aw, but you tell hyung everything," Yeonjun pressed, tackling the younger male down onto the field. Beomgyu only whined but showed no signs of restraint.

The sun was high above them. The breeze was warm yet gentle. In the distance, Yeonjun could hear birds chirping. Dew drops made their clothes damp as they rolled about in the field, but neither of them seemed to care. Giggles filled the quiet of the park; it was as if only the two of them were present in this vast, vast world.

They were ten.