Wish (1/1)

wish |wiSH|verb [ no obj. ]feel or express a strong desire or hope for something that is not easily attainable; want something that cannot or probably will not happen   “Have you ever wanted something Soo? But you’ve never get it yet?”“Umm… Yes.”“What is it?”“A baby.” Sungyeol glared at his boyfriend, and Myungsoo chuckled, “A cat will do just fine if I wont get a baby from you.”“Come on now, a baby? Are you kidding me? Haven’t you seen what’s underneath my pants?”“I’m just kidding okay Yeol. I have always wanted a pet though. A cat, for instance, a black one.”“Black!?!” Myungsoo nodded.  “I think it would be cool to have one.”“What about dog Soo?”“I’d rather have a baby with you instead.”“Can someone give me a knife, please?” Myungsoo laughed.“Should we adopt one? A baby?”“Wow wow… Slow down there babe…”“I’m just kidding okay. I still want to graduate and become a famous photographer.” Sungyeol smiled and leaned onto him for a kiss.“You’ll be fucking famous Kim Myung Soo. I know that.” Myungsoo then kissed him back.  “How about you?”“About me what?”“Anything you’ve wanted but you’ve never get?”“No. I’m happy with what I’ve gotten so far.” Because I have you already.  “Oh… I think I have another one, beside a cat, or a baby…” Myungsoo chuckled abit when Sungyeol pouted, “I want a tattoo.”“A what?”“A tattoo.” Myungsoo’s eyes got widen.  “No.”“What?”“No.”“Why is that?”“Because it hurts.” Myungsoo tilted his head to the left, his boyfriend sure was fucking handsome and weird. That is not a right reason not to have a tattoo. It’s supposed to hurt for Godsake, your skin are being injected by ink.  “But I want to.”“No.”“Whyyyyy?”“Because I don’t want you to get hurt.” Myungsoo smiled and leaned to kiss him.    “Come on Yeol, let’s sleep, we’re going to see your doctor tomorrow.” Sungyeol stared at Myungsoo who’s now pulling their blanket up to his neck, his eyes glued on Sungyeol with a demanding look to just slide inside and snuggle beside him. Sungyeol didn’t even budge.“Don’t you have class tomorrow?”“Ani… I’m on my holiday actually I just finished my exam yesterday.”“Oh…” Sungyeol stared at Myungsoo’s hand, which was tugging his pajamas, with a message ‘come on now slide in I need your warmth.’ Still Sungyeol didn’t move. He didn’t want Myungsoo to come. He didn’t want Myungsoo to know how much his illness had gotten into him. He didn't want or need Myungsoo to hear the bad news. He just wanted this moment for last, this moment of peace.  “Don’t you have anything to do tomorrow?”“No. Come on now.” Myungsoo now pulled Sungyeol down forcefully and leaned on his shoulder.“I don’t think you should come tomorrow.” Sungyeol sighed.“No. I’m coming. I don’t have anything to do, beside I am your guardian here I need to know anything that has to do with you.”“I’m fine going alone Soo.”“No. I’m coming and that’s final. I might have to hug Dr.Kang. I’m having a good feeling you know, he will give us a good news tomorrow.” Myungsoo said with his eyes closed. Sungyeol stared at the ceiling and held his hands up. He saw how his hand trembled. And no, he didn’t do it by himself. It was his nerves.  “What if it’s not good Soo? What if he tells me that I am going to lose everything by now one by one Soo?? Can we just not go to the doctor tomorrow? And go to the beach instead? It’s okay… I can play without the sun, the waves are going to be higher at night, and it’s fine, really… Or let’s go to the theater, we’ll watch horror movies just like you’ve always wanted to do but you can’t… because I am too scared to watch those…”  “Or we should just stroll around the café and talk. Just talk. Or to the club, we can dance all night long, without having doctor Kang’s pep talk. Without seeing his look… His look that shows how terrible my life is going to be. Without seeing his eyes full of pity. Can we just go anywhere else but to the doctor Soo? Or to the tattoo parlor… we’ll have a fucking couple tattoo if you want to. Or to the pet shop… just somewhere else but the doctor.” Sungyeol said… He had cried his eyes out quietly, with his Myungsoo sleeping peacefully on his shoulder.       Sungyeol needed to thank God for Myungsoo is a heavy sleeper, he stood up carefully and took his phone out, and walked outside to the living room. He stared at his phone for a while, and finally pressed the numbers.  “Hello?”“Hmm?” the guy on the other line hummed.“I’m sorry to disturb you at this time…”“Who’s this?” the voice got a bit far, “Oh never mind, Sungyeol? Sorry I didn’t see the caller id”“No no no… I’m sorry I just wake you up didn’t I?”“No it’s okay really, what’s wrong?”  “I need your help…” Sungyeol said.“With what?”“I… I’m sorry to disturb you at this hour for your help, really… But I…”“Eyyy… Come on now, what? What do you need? You know I’ll do anything for you.”     “I need you to…”